reading 'The Inferno' by Dante Alighieri
hooded myths guard halls of masked incense, candlelights flicker from the locked rooms of the wasteland within. I admire the dark tower, see how it looms? One minute our king and the next our demise.
They stand apart in in its breadth, without eyes they see through disguises imminent.
torch the funeral pyres, my arrow aims for the skies, an archer of fire.
Who would walk alone in this world?
Who could bear to be alone?
But for you …
I will go now into them, those long dark dreams where the quest for this hollow queen begins.
I will bring to you all your rest, or else carry you back to your bed where the brightness threads through an open curtain in a perfect colored world where you can dream of fields without fences
No comments:
Post a Comment