Ephialtes
He stepped away from his pain
A space with no walls — it grew.
Sealed and silent,
No longer to visit,
Return to sender,
Written over it,
This wasn’t his to carry;
Dreamcatcher cannot frame it.
The Dreamweaver spouts,
Spinning lies with guile.
Chartreuse eyes dare,
Honey drips from a smile.
Denounce pride if it calls;
There’s no truth, my child.
"Look aside,"
whispered the self in solitude.
Sated ears repel
Egotistic platitudes.
Dawn enters unknowing,
Light shifts the darkened mood.
Specters gather
Driving him from his core,
Self-hate, then pity —
Binds torn, ties broken, free to soar.
Ephialtes fades
With the dreamcatcher at the door.
