Through Iv'ry I send fictions—False
Lovely lies not easily lost
But, through Horn, Truth is demanded
And feeble candor is remanded
But if Truth tinges every fable
I suppose I am surely able
To mask real Truth with little lies
That burn and gutter and synchronize
The Shade Gods watching: I send lonely leaves
Through yellowed, broken, hallowed eaves
Abominable Gate, you must accept
These ethereal lives and diaphanous deaths
Author notes
The third and last of the Gates of Sleep series. Each poem should be reminiscent in form and structure, with little tweaks to differentiate them.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
Wow, what images, the feeling lashes out...well done. Blessings.
Adding your comment:
