Thursday, 5 May 2016

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

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