Dark As We
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my holy darkness is my own
as was, (wholly), all of yours
we own each, and each alone
ever key their dungeon doors
I scrape terror from its wails
but more vast is every depth
bloody black under my nails
achy rasp beneath my breath
I find, bared below my hands
colors weeping like old veins
beauty no one understands
let from eyes as epic stains
we had loved there, dying of
dreams to dance, as if on fire
that fate cast by gods above
ravaged by a flameless pyre
life is not, by marrow, warm
or in coursing, brought to be
hung as skin upon your form
or the wonder blind men see
we have ached for but a light
peeping thru a slivered crack
come to pierce a mortal night
lost with you in light-less lack ...
lost to US - that boundless black.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2022
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