The Sibilant Flicker ; A Darkened Grace
There was that absolute obsidian in the air,
Not the holy kind -
But the kind you burn,
The dangerous fatal!
I wanted to kneel,
Not to worship -
But to plead with the grace you bled into,
Not to abandon me.
You walked like undone hymns,
A prayer with no mercy,
A pulse with no damnation,
The undoes sanity, dressed in reverence.
A moth that denies its hunger for the blaze,
A dagger veiled in silk,
For I drowned in a gaze -
I was never meant to hold.
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