Upon the Eye Shine of Forgotten Wights, Soon to Be Remembered

A Poem

Upon the Eye-Shine of Forgotten Wights, Soon to Be Remembered

If you can see a glimmer in the placid dark,
Check well the lines of its voiden sketch, stark
In the outstretched distance, fine shadowed leaves,
Like a thousand lines in inked relief.
Rot garland vines in fetid swirl are ringed,
Concentric, tightly around wood-form fiends,
Spires towering against the charcoal sky
Taunting the stars with demon’s wincing eye.
Up from the night like glowing onyx, the blackbirds
Flare through the mist a deeper dark that burns
A frayed shape in the moonlight’s silver hue
With a spray of the midnight’s burgeoning dew.
But if you see that glimmer gleam afar,
And count not yourself a death-haunted star,
Mark sure its dusky figure within your mind,
And fall not where its covert shadow flies.
For if you seek a stillborn wish, the clay
And mire will suck you down where old bones lay,
Where at the bottom of desperation’s slough,
You’ll feed the monster of your rancorous womb.

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