lacuna ~

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my tales are yet unknown,      
 all will unfold...      
       
when it’s time for shadowy, velvet wings to arrive,      
carry me away in stormy winds;      
 where dusky forests meets the anxious sea.      
       
along broken pathways,      
 amongst swaying yew trees with amethyst leaves...      
seven silver orchids dance in the snow.      
       
     down...      
down...      
    down...      
       
      below…      
ancient steps, are where ophelias,      
   weeping —      
before locked doorways, greets me.      
       
their torn inky shrouds, billow out,      
whispering my name in reverse.      
       
and every new mistake i’ve carelessly      
 made  has been carefully weighed —     
       
and now, i stand…      
painted in my regrets,      
 i’ve become stained      
 with another new curse…      
       
while ophelia’s ,      
evermore weeping…      
feed me their obsidian tears      
       
five years then, drearily, seven years, past…      
       
when, alas...upon sea-glass swans,      
with eyes of gold      
on their cold crystalline backs, i ride ~      
       
restlessly, i glide thru lava rivers      
of melting suns…      
       
beyond realms I’ve yet to behold.