Tuesday, March 3, 2020

the deepening

stop your slow kinetic refuge
stop your effervescent glow
do not whisper sweetness softly
do not glance the way you go

I have seen your lips pull hungry
I have felt your draw sublime
I have delved within the deepest hidden
ores from which you mine

I do not resisty intently
I do not wish to escape
I offer quietly the neck to bite,
the tender flesh, the nape

Only here I make the pretense of
the one who looks away
Only here I lift my eyes and
all of you in me I take

For the deft illusion of
the meek and mild place I stand
is but a quiet malefactor
of a hungry, empty land

that pulls, devours, consumes
that draws you in and rests your soul
while pulling from you life, the strife, the tides
the drama that unfolds

I will advise you, dearest love,
though you will not take my advice
these paths you walk are steep,
they have been paved with wast'ed lives

It will consume you, will remove you
will rip down your hallowed halls
Will decimate the sweet embrace and
bitter, sneer as towers fall

and none yet have beheld the
terrifying power of these chains
none have felt the awful crux
excruciating, bitter pains

can you stand here then
before the mighty fires of the deep?
Can you mock their hollow towers?
Can you run with hooves so fleet?

For to temper such a flame
is task of epic, mortal tome
Is fit for songs of many ages
Songs of warriors that roam

and what will you then do
when that bright fire you though was out
then rekindles, in midnight's winds do
flare alive and without doubt

will you have the will to stop it?
will you pull it to your soul?
While it burns a flame that pulls from
earth and stone that makes you whole?

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