Heard a cry from the abyss
Down, down I sought to save
Farther on than rising mist
Heard a wail that came in waves
I carry on to that descent
Because of courage I am its slave
Heard a groan that night did rent
Past the point of no return
The journey back already spent
Heard a roar that's fire born
And down below a hint of flame
My arms they ache as muscles torn
Too late I learn its eldritch game
The truth resigning me to fall
That cry and roar one and the same
Heard nothing 'fore its swift approach
Nor nothing seen but blinding flash
Not but blazing maw for my encroach
About the Creator
Daniel Cole
Author and artist, I'm finding my spirit again late in life. Old passions for poetry borne of love, loss, hope and pain, things with which everyone is familiar.
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