abandon

abandon

 

    ambient echoes

      eclipse the dreamscape
      with the chiliad murmurs
      of a cold spectre
      spelling its ominous wrath
      in lion-tongued vapours;
      writhing,
      whispering,
      withering,
      the old winds
      disperse their deadening essence,
      entombing humanity’s foliate soul
      within the greying silence of grisly eternity.


      no celestial song
      mourns the dull passage
      of these stirless creatures,
      panged by their stark bondage;
      no watchful spirit
      breaks into ired being
      before their holocaust,
      their dead reckoning.


      only in the forgetting—
      that sun-blind forgetting amidst the desert—
      can the last, fallen gods
      walk the waking worlds
      on the back of that old, coiling serpent.