The flames whisper
Feeding my corpse with fire
Horror to the light that laughs
Timid eyes look far
Amongst stars and ages
That shine like vivid sword
Murmuring a mystic world
Phantom wings of night brood
Virtuous and vicious
Earth too is lonely and old
A nightmare of unutterable things
We look upon your face
The torn breast of night
A distant bell, void and null
I am mothered of a muse
Invisible as the grasp of fate
O Mother of melancholy
Shattered, you and I are one
Only the child is soft with flowers
Deathless and divine
Copyright 2009, Alexis Child. All rights reserved until the worms crawl in...
Published in Black Petals Issue #51, March 2010
& Reprinted in Aphelion Webzine, Vol. 19, June 2015
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