and as he dies in her arms
breath too wet, too thick
she sings him the songs of old
of the gods whose names they do not know
but whose hymns and melodies
incanted prayers
have never been forgotten
haunting the deepest night of winter
the creeping end of autumn
and the deathbeds of those you love
parting for them the skin between worlds
he is scared, she is too
but, as she loses sight of his eyes
for the last time
she sings of snow on a grave
glowing eyes in the dark
and the falls of eternity
passing the hand she holds off
to those that reach
from the words of her lips
DU LIEST GERADE
collections of constellations and the stars || poetry collection
Poesiepoems often written at midnight, each telling its own story. an anthology of sorts. grammatically incorrect use of lowercase is an aesthetic choice and intentional. |incomplete|
