April 4: Since (blank)

Since time stopped

 

Since time stopped

The darkness began to sweat as heat rose from fingertips,
a flicker of power lost in a tempest of age, but the kindling
did not fade from the burden of existence… not yet, and—
with hums of growth and sighs of impatience,
the sorceress now held in her palm a spark of travelling,
and she weighed time and judged it upon herself: in rapture,
she spoke the tongue of the hourglass – and faded into
an opalescent fold, where the eve flowed passed her with
a mere tingle of callous delight, digging into her essence; yet
her voice, untainted by the jealous attentions of mortality,
oozed through the crevices of a cunning shadow—
and the night succumbed to the whispers of her sorrows,
unspoken wishes of madness slipping through its web…
and mingled in them, the harbinger of its cessation, its
crease in life smoothed into inconsequence: a relic of an age
when time still crept and made itself felt, and with
the screams of the particles of an undying quintessence,
the sorceress bled time of its hold—
but with her footsteps once more on the damp grass,
the graveyard where her lover slept
remained infused with silence…
…and he remained a simple fragment of ‘since time stopped’
plunged into eternity, where the sorceress no longer breathes:
for the delights of taste and touch have gently torn away
into a night that kept sweating feeling, bleeding life gray.

 

April 4, 2014

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