Ode to a Lost Eternity

Yet still the night will not wait

and O, how should it disappoint?

She dreamt of a night never ending;

a peaceful slumber not unlike her last, with

an alarm set for the other side of eternity

She dismissed the follies, the fallacies;

Imagine her surprise

to find herself awake

He meets her at the gates

Arms crossed differently than those ornaments

Plead your case and I’ll plead mine, she says

And God laughs and until He must wipe His eyes

You will be left with a scent for cinders

And nerves for flaying, He commands

There is no light, there is no trial

He takes what’s left of what’s good;

her name, her mother’s eyes,

the once fluttering heart

posed between crafted ribs

He drags her blind and beastly

to the edge of the kingdom of mercy

and throws her off

Shouldn’t He know, she wonders,

that I never liked heights anyway?