Secreted away in a shadowed
Planet, it finds itself reawakening,
As it’s painted in vibrant shades
By ever solemn souls
And laid bare,
By her ever solemn hands.
As unfathomably earthed beneath iron glass
As it is, an abject memory offered to her,
Accompanied with crimson pulsations; throbbing
For an audience with the contemplations of
Its conception.
Now, she breathes life back into these dying stars
So threads of emotion thrum behind them,
Like so many chords in a sickly cantata
Reverberating through its catatonic
Wires.
Her eyes that entreat nothing of life;
Requiring nothing of me, the mute.
But still glittering silver, reflecting
My inquiries about when Eternity
Will eventually end, how we will
Break like obsidian shatters when struck,
And be buried together in a world
Of silhouetted sleep.