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...AND ALL WAS STIFLED BY HER SHADOW

Like a squall in December storm
Your ethereal cries lay sheen upon the snow
An ichorescent anguish this morn
That would abrase the flesh of the earth

In this synthetic night, the day's begun
And the song of the sky remained unsung
And each creature mourned of the sun
Stolen by the lugubrious one

Her voice stirs me from sleep
Cascading like a stream over rocks
Only to freeze in place
Yet, the canvas still looked the same

She was the marrow of the woods
The life in the depths of the dark
That men too soon would seek to forget
In their culpable sleep
But they would never dream
As the grave ever deepens
So, too, do their grief

Though it was my ear, the focal point
Of the lightning that gathered above
A shrill permeation of the droning wind
That scars my awareness

Each nocturnal reprieve
My delusion of solitude
Like a distant scream
I wish to drink its magnitude

As my gaze, to currents draw me
Rupturing the image of the moon
My shadow stands beside me
And she paints me of lacuna

A hollow vein I know is exposed
Meeting the water, a spirit flow
With the silence as my grim companion
As the silence was her tormenting sound

And a broken wing, it falls to the ground
My hope that was inured to the name
Elegy of those who never did expire
The knell that's enveloped by the mire

Howls not, the creature of twilight
This night
For the clouds were wed to the sky
And the baying was my own