ember's lie

So my days linger on
And tonight the ember under the mid-morning moon tell tales
of cyanide and happiness
And in my repose the ember's words
Still ring in my head.
Under the celestials my body gives way to sleep
Though fearful to depart without my cherubs.
Crucibles of prussian blue encirle me
And soon start the war with my crimson existence.
In the midst of my convulsions
I turn my eyes to see a throne
Not forged from gold or any other lusted metal
But of pure water
And seated there, was not my bronzed godess
But the embers accomplices
To my player's death
Now taking shape, still no face,
The two become one; an unlikely but perfect duet
A redolent above the incense.

Author's Note

a follow-up to lithium to spare

Reviews

[Anima Inspired]

So my days linger on
And tonight the ember under the mid-morning moon tell tales
of cyanide and happiness

--These lines are beautiful...and what a way to open up the piece!

When dealing with such a dark subject, you've managed to bring around a sense of quiet beauty and powerful imagery. Nicely written.

[Anarda Nashai]

I'm always drawn to poems with colorful descriptors. This piece is extraordinary!

[Jason Henry]

well, i cannot stress enough how wicked this poem is...line after line i'm just left in awe dude...

[Matalia Riordan]

Damn this is one amazing poem. The words are lilting and enchanting and dark. The images towards the end are absolutely fantastic. I loved how the two pieces came together and how you described the throne on the water. Wonderful poem.


Matalia