Mythology: Spring Awakening

In golden youth
we slept.
Awaiting the new
dawn, a new song.
To be proud of.

Star-crossed lovers
always follow the
same fate.
(Death does not end.
It is a new beginning.)

I hear his whisperings,
of a mad youth.
A character of the insane theatre.
The ghost god himself.

Reincarnated in me.
I became the reckoning
of a rise.
The dream which was compromised.
Was I...
Was I...

Reviews

[Emily B]

haunting and beautiful, I wonder what it might mean to live an almost-tragic life some days

in another life I must have lived tragic once