A watery grave
10 May 2024

I held you
within sheets of ore
Promises 
made before
They slide down unknown spaces
degrees of your hue

Your soul reeks
of untold prayers 
Projections
my eye seeks
unveil myriads of layers
stilled incantations

Drummed up tunes
that the weather beats
into skull
as I mull
over sets of wiccan runes
under moonlit streets

I hear knocks
on forgotten door
They beat rhythm
within hymn
a movement to set the clocks
to time never more

The tides rest
within the chimes play
second test
to relay
infancy of the future
a hole to nurture

My sides split
like a chrysalid
frame to fit
under lid
raging waters for me pave
a watery grave

Reading of the poem:

Poets of the Fall - My Dark Disquiet