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EIDOLON: VI
Indeed, sentenced I was, but not to the gallows
My moribund forever exonerates me
The deluge of my humanity runs ever shallow
Every soul harvested would replenish me
This day I seek to exfiltrate, elucidate the sable veil
I know my past was wrought with darkness, as it lingers still
Venom of the serpent, scourge of will, shedding skin
The faceless bear no age, as I have forever been…
Dead…
My soul, a well
This enthetic vision
She was turbulent and endowed by her genesis
All behind her would wither
Like a ghostly executioner from which light can’t escape
I feel I know her so clear
Like I’ve always been here
I feel her drawing nearer
I must remember
And to my disarray, your soul is grasping me
Your heartstrings emerge as a fruit from a tree
Connected to me by a tether that cannot be severed
It comes so quick, the emergence of what death sought to keep
My memories, and all the trauma, nightmarish horrors upon me
In this perdition that we share posthumously, I am the slave
But in this incorporeality I am no longer afraid
Your gaze affixed, inert, deep marble emptiness
You beckon me
I follow
Into the depths, immaterial
This won’t abate, I cannot wait
What lingers still, I cannot fill
This is my fate, I cannot hate
What snuffs my will, I cannot kill
Eidolon
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Published 19th Oct 2016
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