Nastay'Aschi Mrak
Dedicated to Robert Lindley
He is a singer of the dark. This dark
made of the blood he shed over a rhyme;
of the hell's cavities that keenly hark
to echo of his words; of space and time
he leads me through - this dark is the enzyme
which a true art grows from, the watermark
of talent, the reality that I’m
calling in Russian [nastay'aschi mrak]*.
Abandon hope all ye who enter here**:
his way of darkness is not for a mere
mortal.
* (rus.) real darkness
** Dante Alighieri, "Hell", canto 3, stanza 3
abab baba ccd
Copyright © Kurt Ravidas | Year Posted 2019
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