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Lethean Rose (with UbiquitousVoid)

 

A sound of rain upon the water            
Washing out the world I left behind  
This morning of magenta, another  
Upon shoulders of eve, wept the light  
 
And from the stream, magnolia petals  
Dew-laden, like distant memories  
Or perhaps, like rust upon metal  
Porcelain symbols of life bereaved  
 
It hangs from my neck, still  
Iconography, beckoning my affinity  
 
Her semblance, fairest that she was  
Yet swathed in sorrow, held an ossuary  
 
And a shadowy hand in hers...  
 
And I knew that perdition was surely mine  
But of what accord do I haunt the slopes?
 
 
I long for flowing current's dream  
Of wind and rain and gentle sighs  
Upon my earthly body streams  
To have your breath within me rise  
 
Before thy soul sank shadow deep  
Within an ornate tribute room  
Thy body, bones, within its keep  
I felt your presence in this womb  
 
Like a hidden face, Lethean tapestry  
In the gasp of a moment, invection  
 
The mirror that lies that she could see  
She was paler yet  
As if birthed within its reflection  
   
I could wrap around her vapour arms  
And through her…  
 
Where we are so close, but oceans apart  
An embodiment of my surging grief
 
 
I do not wish thee stray, my lord  
To cause upon thy death this fate  
For you will find a way to go  
To Hades river Lethe's gate  
 
Thy trial will surely leave you dry  
And down upon the shore you'll kneel  
To cup the waters to imbibe  
And not remember how you feel  
   
And what remains of our Winter's white  
All stained by this equinox epitaph  
   
Snatching at the Summer where we could lie  
That our solstice never did bleed dry    
   
So far I have come to see you there  
To solemnly caress your raven hair  
   
In a fit of misery I’d never leave  
For life was just a reverie
 
   
I've seen forgetfulness set in  
On those who know not what it brings  
To quench a thirst, not where they've been  
No bell would stir a single thing  
   
If I could cross the river Styx  
I'd stay to wave thee on to me  
So I may help your mind to fix  
The tragic loss of memory  
   
Our abode…  
   
By overture of dust, crestfallen    
As you dance with death itself    
   
And you would not question why    
In the blink of an eye    
   
You feel that aura capture you    
The same aura you knew  
   
Wherein was your soliloquy    
That which I intervened!
 
   
And if there's nothing to my charms    
To will you from where Death convenes    
I'll find a way back to your arms    
In ether's netherworld between    
   
In that damp air, deserted frame    
Where daylight never felt the same    
   
Grief gave pardon to the bridge between    
My soul was the toll, my darkness gleamed    
   
For the first moment since    
We shared a glance she wouldn’t miss    
   
For in the end, bittersweet irony  
The memory was mine,   
And farewell was the kiss.
 
   
   
   
   
Note: Lethean: Of or relating to death.              
Italics: UbiquitousVoid
           
Normal: Jade-Pandora
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Published | Edited 22nd Feb 2019
Author's Note
Our first of two gothic collaborations.
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