Post by goldenmyst on Jun 23, 2024 16:49:19 GMT -6
My Quebec Princess
Blue Montreal midnight
For primrose lady
Fallen into Erebus’ embrace
Veins on fire with hurt
Corpuscles burning a path
Through blood vessel boughs
In her tree of tears
When even Wiccan prayers
Can’t make the nightmare go away
Whose ghouls haunt her horoscope
With Sagittarius monsters
A tarot reading
She never suspected
When in the tempest of puberty
She felt like a passing gale
That surely wouldn’t last
Past the turning of the Zodiac wheel
That offered no reprieve
For her little girl heart
In need of a mother
To make the monsters go away
But her Mom was a gargoyle
At the doors to her fate
Whose Gothic gloaming
Buried the thorn deep
Into her crown of fears
Until our paths cross
In the void of truth
Where I am the Orpheus
For her Eurydice
But me with a song
To banish her sorrows
And dream her out
Of the pit of darkness
Into the flames of a truth
So hot her chains melt
And my widower’s heart
Flies with her
Into the dawn light
An emotional bypass surgery
On her wounded heart
In my effort to stem her bleed
And leave scars that only ache
As she feeds my need
To love and be loved
Blue Montreal midnight
For primrose lady
Fallen into Erebus’ embrace
Veins on fire with hurt
Corpuscles burning a path
Through blood vessel boughs
In her tree of tears
When even Wiccan prayers
Can’t make the nightmare go away
Whose ghouls haunt her horoscope
With Sagittarius monsters
A tarot reading
She never suspected
When in the tempest of puberty
She felt like a passing gale
That surely wouldn’t last
Past the turning of the Zodiac wheel
That offered no reprieve
For her little girl heart
In need of a mother
To make the monsters go away
But her Mom was a gargoyle
At the doors to her fate
Whose Gothic gloaming
Buried the thorn deep
Into her crown of fears
Until our paths cross
In the void of truth
Where I am the Orpheus
For her Eurydice
But me with a song
To banish her sorrows
And dream her out
Of the pit of darkness
Into the flames of a truth
So hot her chains melt
And my widower’s heart
Flies with her
Into the dawn light
An emotional bypass surgery
On her wounded heart
In my effort to stem her bleed
And leave scars that only ache
As she feeds my need
To love and be loved
This touches the soul of the reader with a deep, spiritual ache meant respectively. A time and life of darkness with a light in the distance of hope and love and healing for two souls to entwine together as one. This is "darkly beautiful" and I am so glad you shared your immense talent John, ty