L'Appel Du Vide

On the ledge of her eyelash,
Waterfalls crash on unspoken sins,
Souls floating down Athena's bridge
Embedded in obsessive skin

I grin
She frowns,
I frown,
She grins

I'm bound to
             tame
             Lilith,
Is bedlam supposed to break Our will?

I'm bound to
the call of the Void
Kronos’s chaos, Ursula’s uproar;
the way that Hermione heals
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