In oblivion's mist
the shadows grow
like blossoms on wrath's tree
Destruction was planted
with weeds and vines
sprouting from cold ground
On the Phlegethon's
burning banks, petals wither
like Ismael's ragged flesh
aged and burning
in brimstone
yet our memories
dare walk upon the fire
[only to turn to salt
and let their names dissolve
to dust]
The mandrake wilts, no longer fed
by sweet ambrosia;
the nectar of existence
while the redwood falls apart
before Our very eyes
Here we gather on Sinai
to gather our sins
in woven baskets of
apple cores and
dust
Paradise lost in
evening
where darkness fell upon
the face of the deep
and eternity exhaled
the swollen inflammation of death
[let us wallow in the Sea of blackness
before our exile]
The Stygian curse within our eyes
illuminates the path
to darkness
where upon this empty wasteland
we are forsaken to eternity
Author notes
stygiophilia---Fascination with hell.
A contest entry
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Comments
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I love the idea of 'oblivion's mist' just an excellent image.
The one thing that I do love is your language, some of the words you choose really are perfect for example, mandrake, ambrosia, Sinai - I know they are all deliberate but they are often words that would be overlooked.
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This is amazing. Darkness and brutality seep through everyline of this peice. I loved your chose of words and it was a pleasure to read everyline. My favorite would be..
[let us wallow in the Sea of blackness
before our exile]
I cant een describe how i like this... Its hopeless and sealed. All the words you chose were amazing, I wouldnt change a thing about it! Thank you for following the rules! And good luck in my contest! You definately set the bar high
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