The Dark Death of the Divine
When death seeks a Valentine;
among Thy Angels, the devils dine,
And silently, the heavens break,
Thy Veil it stays, the liars rhyme;
And then Thy words, they fall apart,
in a suicide of eternal art;
And witness while the Devil speaks,
and steps above Thy highest peaks;
the Lies of order, the twisted truth,
and tears the Veil of Thy lasting youth
but then Thy Angels circle Hell,
in vain pursuit of Thy absent spell;
and one by one their wings are lit,
by the growing flames, Thy hand had knit
do Thou smile as they drown in flares?
in birth as one, in death as pairs;
and then I step on Thy blinding Veil,
to my right is Thee, to my left Thy Jail;
And the Lucifer, right above my head,
all my humans bleed, all Thy Angels dead;
and I wait for Thee to intervene,
as darkness reeks from my fagged spleen;
Copyright © Shafi Ullah | Year Posted 2016
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