ShadowlandA Poem by Dale PavolkoThe first searing edges of
dawn lacerate the morning sky burning bright furrows in nuclear fire. Beyond the phalanx of shattered mountains, we abide in cool shadows of eerie desolation. There’s no doubt the redoubt we seek is lost within the hunger of illusion, we are the hardcore carnivore fleeing the flame of purification. Alabaster flowers worship the warm rust sucked from tainted veins. The veins of Venus, striations of pale lavender twitching, crawling, writhing yet succumbing willingly to thorny embrace. Claw the mark. Drink sweet succulence from the chalice of sin. Succumb to cloying redolence. Fear the white death. Feed the aching need. The black froth of spent frenzy bubbles still upon undead lips, this I sip as I cherish the feral glow in your eyes. How like madness this must seem to those of lesser dreams. But for us there is no madness or delusion as we dissolve our beings in the primordial lust of inchoate desire. Time has become an endless exploration into forever. There is no path. We have broken trail into a land of phantasms, where reality bends knee to our will. To the freshness of the next kill. © 2010 Dale Pavolko |
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