XIII

unto which
the unsheathed thoughtscythe
shears silence
into a cacophonous canopy
of eerie
earthly delights

from whence
the sparkled onyx blade
doth penetrate
the aeons
of untempered refrain
embers fall on tinder

flames erupt
across the dappled day
like tremoring ripples
of heavenly disaster
brought forth
by skeletal dreamspires

ashen hopes dashed
among the rocky crags
of famine’s grasp
dangling dreams
of precipitous felling
gives succor to relapse

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