FLAME II

The winds sing no more of Seasons;

songless arms sweep aeons,

our chronicles of moments and ages,

onto Clotho's winged swathes

of dark and bright silver rippling over

a shroud of living Grey

that grips Earth's breath in its vise.

The Fire of Reckoning, pyre and phare

of liquescent crimson,

blazes upon a distant purple summit,

holding her mute vigil

over bloodless ruins and shadows

awaiting Light, over sightless spirits

sifting through the detritus

of Dark's reign.

And we, votaries of Life, seek refuge

at the altar of a new Divinity.

Sun, Moon and Stars hallow

Her temple without,

yet, Silence whispers a wordless elegy

into its tenebrous sanctum,

loath to impose her voice upon the air

that bears sacred memories,

for, in this space, Love was wedded

to the Soul, and the Spring of this union

brought forth Elysium's Roses.

Look upon us, Clotho, Lachesis, Atropos,

labouring amid the stars,

upon your sons and daughters made of

wars you wove, yet,

bearing no trace of them.

Aye, Turmoil's inferno forged our beings,

yet we cast our Beacon in its womb,

culling our inmost sparks

rooted in Eternity, invoking Peace amid

carnage and clamour,

that the Flame of Hope may live.

© 2016 Lilium Candidum

Lily's Verse

Image: THE FATES GATHERING IN THE STARS

Source: flickr.com

Artist: Elihu Vedder