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THE GIFT OF FAMINE
My madness
Spent upon silver dew
And wilted yew
By the cracks in my shoulder
Ventured
Beyond soot and sleet
In the blackened wood
Rotted flesh, those paths
Of which I hew
And from the pale I am saved
Your ululations from the shade
To where my feeble heart rewinds
Your ululations I cannot find
This hollow season brings me pain
And sorrow, the trees know the same
For all that is emptied
Must be engorged by solidarity
As all must be
They bruise upon the twilight
Their fallen dreams
Lost the sky
Bound to earth, we lie
Bask in the moonlight
Call their name
The door beyond the pane
Faced towards the flame
The light
Wanes
Face me
As I face you
Where darkness slumbers
Published 25th Dec 2018
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2nd Jan 2019 1:36am
2nd Sep 2019 4:50pm
The rhythmic meter and subtle rhyme lend the whole a sense of dark enchantment. The language is elegant and voice is intriguing. Enjoyed this.
