The Dark Renaissance

The Dark Renaissance

Departed now,

Beyond the end

You spring once

More to life,

To drag then mine

Hewn from the rock

Of my years-long

Prison you gave me.

The blackest river

Flows, the stench

Of jealousy from

One who covets

Things you see

Within the art

That I can conjure.

But let that

Tale that died

Once now die twice,

Release the fury

That makes you

Boil within into the air.

Leave me now

To claim the life

You tried to wreck

From ruin down

Below me in the

Canyon where you

Left me.

2/6/19