I was finally inspired by something visual..for once. What can I say? Although it didn't seem to do me any good...
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Zenith


They set the scene -
oil drops swooning on the pavement of the gods,
wallowing in the same idolatry
that tore Persephone away from Olympus.

The moon sits majestic
as if a heart in the silent kingdom,
displacing distant planets with each obliging breath.
And the dewdrop halo -
always the loyal pericardium.

November brings this disease,
and the velvet night infects.
Aestival sickness forgotten,
midnight anathema unbound.

Cracked as a tearstained face
when caught off-guard,
she still rejoices:
at the sight of her broken,
scarred face in the mirror.
Happy when hidden,
she wastes the universe,
throwing its secrets to the hungry night.

Her victims drop in triple time -
with each beat of the nocturne.

But nothing lasts.
And

It will be her time to go
when Aurora dims the stars
and wakes the audience.

She'll leave no trace.


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Oh yeah. Very doomy and quasi/neo-Gothic. I might as well have put gargoyles in it...and cathedrals, vampires, libertine wenches...whatever. I, uh, hoped you liked it...and please review!