| April Ethereal |
| | It was me, peering through the
looking-glass. Beyond the embrace of Christ. Like the secret face within
the tapestry. Like a bird of prey over the crest. And she was swathed in
sorrow, as if born within its mask. Her candlelight snuffed, the icon
smiled. Emptiness followed by her wake. I could clasp her in undying love.
Within ghostlike rapture the final word was mine. She faced me in awe.
'twas a token of ebony colour. Embodied in faint vapour. Wandering through
April's fire. Compelled to grasp and to hold the one that was you. I will
endure, hide away. I would outrun the scythe, glaring with failure. It is a
mere destiny I thought, a threshold I had crossed before. The rain was
waving goodbye, and when the night came the forest folded its branches
around me. Something passed by, and I went into a dream. She laughing and
weeping at once: "take me away". I don't know how or why, I'll never know |
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