Bathed in Silence,
The cry of
Immortality.
Reverberating,
A drum,
A turbulence,
In the threads
Of passion.
Ah!
Dionysus,
Servant of mystery,
Takes
My shaking hands.
The pen,
A phoenix,
A flame.
These verses,
Written in Satan’s ardor!
Madness glows
In the glint
Of flickering
Candle light.
Ah, muse!
This, the poet.
A being thrust,
Churned,
Set a-sail,
In an ocean
Of clouds and darkness.
Turbulence!
Sounds of thunder!
This, and nothing more.
Author notes
This is option one, 'Desire'.
Desire, intended as the core passion which fuels all truly poetic minds.
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