Ouroboros

The amber light

Ouroboros
The charred wood now stirs, somewhere truly lost
White haze to blur the years
The amber light, torturous writhe
Unconsciously enslaved and wrought, to the end

Siren by the drying brook, weak from this emptiness
That you feel, are you not just a dream?
Murder by the temple road, split from this existence
That you feared. This world will never be clean

Forlorn

Bittered, nevermore these words
Plagued by a chain of violent memories
Miles of winding orchard, weaving the ruins wide
Ceaselessly aflame and burning white

This weight
All, forlorn

Serotinal
I was prodigious

Strength, despite the cold asunder
Waste, in spite of life, you sacrifice

Winds, invite the dusty slumber
Time, relentlessly you destroy

A curse befalls dusk, somewhere truly lost
Unconsciously a slave to thought, in the end

Raging cataclysm, from the abysmal depths
Of the mind, escape the rising tide
Mist so unrelenting, under the jaded moon
Glowing through, a gift of amber bloom

This wait

Withered, nevermore this path
All of my peace has faded into dawn
Buried in the orchard, scalded of deception
Paralysed and silent as the grave

This weight
All, forlorn

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