MEMORIES III

Here, our veins clung to

Earth and Flow,

upon this treeless plain 

that mourns 

our unseasonable passing.

A wrathful Tempest's 

dance of death 

rent our green branches,

its viscid steps 

ground our buds into 

sorrow's secret womb 

burrowed into barrenness,

now aswell with phantasms, 

with chimera 

of forbidding shape and

volant shadows that raise 

our fading flames 

into dark animation

as we fall through spaces 

where stars once pulsed.

Here, I drank of the storm's 

inexorable Rage, 

swearing an ageless oath

to the blackened Sky 

and the craven Moon, 

now jubilant, now affrighted,

her enraptured pallor

cowering beyond 

his brooding grey bastions 

that parted ever and anon,

unveiling her deathly glow

that flecked their grim granite 

with plumed marble.

I devoured the savage spirit,

that it may raze 

the baneful green within, 

that it may birth

no more tumult, save the 

maelstrom in my blood,

thenceforth to be subsumed 

into my soul's plains.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: A LADY IN THE MOONLIGHT (edited)
Source: commons.wikimedia.org

Artist: Félix Resurrección Hidalgo