Peeling the Dark
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strewn on the laboring dark much too quenched
by the very ink of a smothering wind, her layered cry
out-thumps a mortal bid of wretched reels defining
some plea of farewell, “ go and leave me to dwindle
in the dust; save yourself if you must!”… her vanishing
beads of rosary melt on the salt of a thunder groan
withering among phantoms of shapeless, unknown sands
now so ravaged by the stark black of a night disheveled
by hairs of fear and rotting despair. it is said that a flicker
of moon throbbing inside her reached out , extracting this
sliver of light to glimmer among her inner veins,
that for some blessed hint of phoenix rising
she clasps that golden orb whirling on a dot
of flame, as if to whisper,” claim me in your hands
and release this golden ray.. let it touch his head,
across the blind drifts of vapors cast by
Laverna's spell. be the one.. be one to bridge the light.”
as blankness looms between curtains of time tipsy,
her knees figure in a sway limping yet running in a daze
beyond a dimensionless pace opening a gateway that zooms
glittering spins unto his cinder-ash head… and his power
flashes a might of bolt piercing the blank gloom of doom,
an exuberant eternal dawn burns where life forms arise.
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*Laverna--- Roman Goddess of the Underworld
(( for Matt Caliri’s “ Finish the Dream “ Contest ))
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