Earth and Incense
Watch me shape sandcastles to fall in the downpour
Hello, sorcerer.
I saw as your grave.
It was basic:
I followed the stencil of your life
from postcards retained.
Keep in mind?
You thought of me once
from this shore. Told
of ocean birds dark
as hellebore.
The breeze tolls discuss your return.
They clatter.
Freezing, maybe by the wizardry
you pull from the fog.
Supporting you, tricking
your slither from the decay.
Warlock,
I understand which spells are.
My psyche
sops up excellence limitless.
Mud underneath the ocean side.
Watch me shape sandcastles
to fall in the downpour, disintegrate
in the sun.
However they solidify longer
than you naturally suspect.
Nothing endures… yet
magnificence knows no restriction.
You composed of galleries, once.
Forcing, plated places
that sang with voices of the past.
I tracked down yours yesterday.
They say some time in the past,
a man was killed;
prehistorian
who uncovered bits
of you.
(Indeed, your set of experiences.)
It frightened me
to hear that specific
reverberation
(what's more, galleries
should repeat
just to remind you
of your littleness.)
In any case, this reverberation
reverberation… reverberation…
was a result of void.
It frightened me to hear it.
I keep thinking about whether you'd speak loudly
from the dead?
You curation was
puff displays
smoke figures
jawless skulls.
Millions
also, one long
ceaseless
reverberation.
Nothing endures for eternity,
you know.
Sorcerer, I see
your reality.
The alarm called me
away today. Dejected notes
furthermore, pants the musicality,
destroying me.
I knew then, your destiny:
You saw yourself in her eyes,
tested. She took you
under. However
you are right here, beating
beneath the earth. Frustrated.
At the point when you rise,
I wonder who'll set you burning
first. Unholy structure, be accursed!
Numerous to observe the seethe —
this purifying
from your power.
Spells are simply wishes
from past the cloak,
sparkly things
ravens exchange spirits for.
I'll cull from your hill
this hellebore,
this, your last postcard.
Comments (2)
Is this for Poppy's Prompts Challenge? You nailed it! Loved your poem!
Wow! Great poem! Very impressive! Well written and amazing!