The Revenant pt 2 - Leviaethan
The Revenant pt. 2 - Leviæthan
I
'neath the grim pallor of a Plutonian moon,
Sheltered in the cloak of Phantom's embrace,
A tempest rages within flesh—entombed,
Ash and soot caress expressionless face
II
Deep into that fire peering,
Long she stood there pondering, hearing
Voices, distant —haunting, searing
'round a pyre, bodies chant, sway and twist
Motley figures shifting, turning,
Seize the soul, within her, yearning
Faces, unclean —enticing, stirring
A sweet longing, like unrequited kiss
O' What vile pageantry! —provoking,
Her weary flesh into approaching
Weary flesh —engaged, encroaching,
Shorn of tattered garb and ragged stitch
—
Light and Shadow rhythmic’lly dancing
Upon the flesh—tends the mind to drift
Wolves hone in —circling, advancing,
Pounce upon prey and bind it swift
III
Lo! The horror of her plot unfolding
'top the pyre—to their madness, beholden
Her wail, a dirge —reshaping, remolding
Their chant with a hex, through fervent lips
The darkest machination set in motion,
Soon...
"Soon, I Shall Be," softly spoken,
A hushed mantra, into crescendo growing,
The throng, silent! —tremble like shackled wrists
The earth shudders —cracks beneath their feet
A chasmic yawn of imperceptible deep
Vengeance interred—on the precipice of sleep,
—Awakens!
Through arms outstretched, the wind howls and whips
"So, I Shall Be—Remade! Unbroken!
Take This Flesh and Bone —As A Token!
Payment! An Oath With These Words Spoken!"
Echoing through the Endless Abyss
Shadow and flame —coiling, winding,
Kisses flesh —unburnt, undying
Her voice, shrill! —harrowing, climbing,
Shatters the firmament with perfect pitch
Down!—
Down rain the heavens upon the wicked —squealing,
Whose righteous facades —smoking, peeling,
Reveal faces, familiar —cruel, deceiving
Raze and ruin by one decried "Witch!"
—
Within the veiled Darkness sempiternal,
Souls, like dying stars, ignite the Black
Spiraling embers till bloom Inferno,
Long she gazed into the Abyss
—and It smiled back
IV
Phantom cradles body and soul broken,
In death's repose—
On still waters, softly drifts
Laid to rest—
No epitaph, no words spoken,
Upon her brow—
Placed a gentle kiss
Copyright ©
Raven Mirthwood
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