24 Nov Black Epsilon
Posted at 16:50h
in Poems
An ember passed conjoined to burning ash
Amid the torches’ sinister reproach
Of iridescent dust prepared to splash
Upon the ruins stayed in fell approach
Is there a pestilence upon the land
Or merely plagues of spirit darkly strung
The wounds inflicted parch the earth to sand
If this the dirge of man remains unsung
An ember falls in silent rest in me
As man deposed himself before all years
For naught survived the touch of destiny
And Alexander wept in bitter tears
O never was a world to conquer thus
Perdition rapt the hearts of all of us