Madness smolders about his eyes as he reads the
telling of his demons.
How his guardian, the warrior beast, rages against
an army of Dante-ian lost souls –
blood-black angels of death.
Caught within this labyrinth of words –
of fear –
of dark understanding,
he rests exhausted on his haunches like
an obsidian cat gathering his strength –
licking his wounds.
Obsession flashes about his eyes as he reads
the telling of his passions.
How his soul, the master within, struggles
against the man risen from ashes and
Flesh-brown loins of mankind
ensnared within this web of words –
of desire –
of carnal recollection.
He hovers above the page like a
visceral ghost grasping without touch,
moaning without sound.
Sadness slow-drips about his eyes as he
reads the telling of his visions.
How his spirit, the moonlit shadow,
weaves tapestries from thread-bare lives
spun from barren wombs and
Bone-white remains of life
sealed within this crypt of words –
of despair –
of sacrosanct reflection.
He draws inward about his being like a
twilight phoenix -
resisting no longer,
beseeching the silence.