A Mortal Glimpse of Tireless Men

Could I have remedied your sullen faith

When all was healed and I remained

Shrouded in a dim earth

Where I scrambled for my mirth

 

When shall I deem you my beloved Fay?

--by the grave and day by day

You Hear the bell of sunken rage!

All for what, and did you keep

The soft flickering of your fine sleep

While I dispaired my empty state

And you smiled at what was simple fate.

 

Now go, and may you flee

Into the wilds of Revelry

So that I may stare into the End

A mortal glimpse of tireless men.

Reviews

[Shaken Not Stirred]

This was actually quite wonderful.

[Leslie Philibert]

A nice write, with echoes of classic writing. the bell of sunken rage is great. lots to enjoy here. good work.

[Pax Analog]

Interesting skewed lilt; older mode bumping up against modernity. I think of an asphodel growing through asphalt.

Contrast of the struggled against emptiness w/the enigmatic energy of poetic propulsion.