Nocturne (standard:poetry, 143 words)
Author: kendall thomas	Added: Sep 04 2006	Views/Reads: 2906/2	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Reflection

turds bloom like lilies 

on the stagnant pond of night 

. 

others have seen angels 

in its onyx face 

i have not 

. 

there are no memories here 

only moments 

to stare down and contemplate 

. 

thoughts will not ripple the water 

nor it reveal my fate 

only baffling reflections 

blurred by wind and 

holocaust of leaves 

. 

cool drift of wonder 

hid the end of dreams 

. 

cruel-branched fingers tap out coded myths 

in the labyrinth of desire 

in the sacred grove 

where slouch-hatted nymphs 

meet and conspire 

to overthrow 

and come forth from the mire 

to choke my words 

with wantoness 

. 

for i am critic of the worm 

i am the heretic who must burn 

one of the nameless enslaved 

in the kingdom of lies 

. 

and so back then 

cloaked in moonbeams 

i must go 

. 

what gentle fire


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