Post by anirbas on Nov 6, 2006 11:56:15 GMT -6
somewhere, a queen of darkness
once upon a time a child of lightness,
listens in the wee hours of night
as in the near distance
thunder grouses
and groans,
grumbles
as it moves,
near, nearer, nearest...
wind in counterpoint
to the celestial tympanic
symphony whips the crowns
of the trees into a sussurrus
of wild whispers; tickles the porch
chimes, teases them into their own
motion induced songs...
satellite takes a dive
and the television fades to black...
as liquidic fingers start to delicately
tap, tap, tap against the windowpane...
the bottom drops out from under the skies
as the rain begins to pour in driving sheets
of hard water...thunder growls, octaves louder
than it was before, now encroached in hover
mode in the air space above my house...
lightning splits asunder the roiling, nascent heavens
in jagged zig zags and rips of celestial napalm...
thunder roars with the voice of a dragon
and the house about me shivers and shudders...
vibrating with the veracity of noise surrounding it...
the electricity goes off...and from darkness,
I stare into the erratically lit darkness without...
this night Thor would be proud to own and call his own...
sends Loki to trick, trick, trick his way through
my thunder rattled and riddled thoughts...
I wonder where you are on a night like this...
if you're sheltered, safe and snug, somewhere...
possibly behind bars, or worse...dead, yet unfound...
lying prone, face up, in a drench slicked and flooded field...
having exited this dimension by your own hand and will...
liquidic fingers delicately tap, tap, tapping against
the windowpanes of your open and staring eyes...
finally free of the choices you've made
you can never reclaim, recover or bury...
my soul writhes in spiritual agony...
twists like a hanging noose in the wind...
the agonized beast within my head
now howling louder than the noise without...
thunder and lightning ain't got nothing
on the roaring in my brain...
this vision of you sends me
into the arms of the swirling
maelstrom outside,
to scream, scream,
scream where
I cannot
be overheard
by the innocents
and the idiots
it is my task
to protect
from you...
wish, wish, wishing
as the rain slashes me
to ribbons of wetnesses...
stinging my skin even as the lightning
snakes with stinging forked tongues
across the thunderclapped and stomped
heavens...that even now there was anything,
something more I could do to save you...
knowing I did everything I could do
and all that I can do...
poor assuagement
for this feeling
of failure
and loss...
howl, howl, howling...
no longer
a child of lightness...
just a queen of darkness
on her knees, begging
to be struck deaf, dumb
and dead by lightning...
once upon a time a child of lightness,
listens in the wee hours of night
as in the near distance
thunder grouses
and groans,
grumbles
as it moves,
near, nearer, nearest...
wind in counterpoint
to the celestial tympanic
symphony whips the crowns
of the trees into a sussurrus
of wild whispers; tickles the porch
chimes, teases them into their own
motion induced songs...
satellite takes a dive
and the television fades to black...
as liquidic fingers start to delicately
tap, tap, tap against the windowpane...
the bottom drops out from under the skies
as the rain begins to pour in driving sheets
of hard water...thunder growls, octaves louder
than it was before, now encroached in hover
mode in the air space above my house...
lightning splits asunder the roiling, nascent heavens
in jagged zig zags and rips of celestial napalm...
thunder roars with the voice of a dragon
and the house about me shivers and shudders...
vibrating with the veracity of noise surrounding it...
the electricity goes off...and from darkness,
I stare into the erratically lit darkness without...
this night Thor would be proud to own and call his own...
sends Loki to trick, trick, trick his way through
my thunder rattled and riddled thoughts...
I wonder where you are on a night like this...
if you're sheltered, safe and snug, somewhere...
possibly behind bars, or worse...dead, yet unfound...
lying prone, face up, in a drench slicked and flooded field...
having exited this dimension by your own hand and will...
liquidic fingers delicately tap, tap, tapping against
the windowpanes of your open and staring eyes...
finally free of the choices you've made
you can never reclaim, recover or bury...
my soul writhes in spiritual agony...
twists like a hanging noose in the wind...
the agonized beast within my head
now howling louder than the noise without...
thunder and lightning ain't got nothing
on the roaring in my brain...
this vision of you sends me
into the arms of the swirling
maelstrom outside,
to scream, scream,
scream where
I cannot
be overheard
by the innocents
and the idiots
it is my task
to protect
from you...
wish, wish, wishing
as the rain slashes me
to ribbons of wetnesses...
stinging my skin even as the lightning
snakes with stinging forked tongues
across the thunderclapped and stomped
heavens...that even now there was anything,
something more I could do to save you...
knowing I did everything I could do
and all that I can do...
poor assuagement
for this feeling
of failure
and loss...
howl, howl, howling...
no longer
a child of lightness...
just a queen of darkness
on her knees, begging
to be struck deaf, dumb
and dead by lightning...
