Absinthe Pt 1: Prophecies Poem by R K Summers

Absinthe Pt 1: Prophecies



Echoes of opera in twisting design,
Tendrils of shadow, the falling divine,
Eyes reflecting the conflict of time,
Heart rejects vice of cascading sublime,
Fearing the dawn that forsakes the tears,
Fragrant omens teasing my fears,
Broken puppet girl falling through night,
Immersed in furore of a melancholy bite,
Hourglass shatters when the chasms shriek,
Ignoring the cry of the lonely and meek,
Wine and wisdom follow the trail,
Spartan tragedy when all shadows fail,
A lake of demons that writhes with sin,
Medusa exclaims the inferno within,
Solitary ship against winds of the Styx,
Silver bells charm Lady Fortune’s tricks,
Ruby heartache, toss the zealot to the ether,
Bitter zodiac screams mirror an autumn zephyr,
A taste for life whispers tangible lies,
While faithless angels fall from the skies,
Bloodless falcons flee to the bonfire,
Carpathian misery offers bountiful quagmire,
A windswept chamber yearns for a lost serenade,
Forgetting the feeling of a darkening charade,
Four brothers on horseback beckon children to night,
As heavy creeping shadows cloud failing light,
Distant cries from horizons cradle softening glows,
A winter moon dances while illusion grows,
Daggers fluctuate behind effervescent clouds,
Thrice-repeated songs and masquerade shrouds,
Starlight burst in waves of dark thunder,
Revering the moon as disease cast asunder,
Jericho’s terror alight in the melody,
Platinum ravens pursue rebel ecstasy,
Keeper of destiny, Phoenix desire,
Entrails of dusk heavens funeral pyre,
The desolate Golgotha lets sincerity ring free,
Crawling from menace, escaping black sea,
Drowning roses fell armies of men,
Dark cathedral laments carry far across fen,
Broken down carriage bear lovers to grief,
Twisted holly thorns create a poisonous wreath,
Deprived of ardour, perilous waves,
Stigmata prison the winged demon craves,
Pandora’s salvation combines nightmares with blades,
Mages descent forges Perseus crusades,
Midnight approach, between heavenly hours,
As Gabriel’s army mourns the ivory towers.

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