They grow in angles
27 March 2025

Hush stay still
the shadows reach out
under skin
deep within
they prepare my final kill
pressure to instil

I am dead
Withering heart beats
Laden lead
it repeats
The flow of mercury heats
its cold outer edge

My death lies
to confuse my spies
I walk low
spirit high
My inner realm reaches sky
perfusing me glow

Ring me bells
seek me canticles
I mouth slow
dark riddles
The ones that chime triangles
they grow in angles

Reading of the poem:

Elyanna - AL SHAM (الشام)