Ambrosia Cremation

Ambrosia Cremation

A Poem by Dietrich von Crowe

A wealth of vitriol   this drink,

This liqueur, sweet as sorrow’s breath,

Imbibed through memory’s strongest link,

That serves a steady dose of death,

Entices with a finger curled.

Enchanted by this femme fatale,

My eager tongue, erstwhile unfurled,

Contorts to taste the siren’s call,
That it may weep and know release.

When, finally, it savors rest

And dries its tears with parching peace,

Disquiet stills within my chest.

A coffin nail or two suffice,

But countless warrant paradise.

© 2011 Dietrich von Crowe


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Absinthe, plus. A liquid burning, cremation, perhaps. Fantastic read both words and thoughts. Thanks for having posted (2011) /Frederick.

Posted 1 Year Ago


I have no words......my voice is in my awe! Well done!

Posted 3 Years Ago


I want to get it but I don't.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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