Hello guys. I have quasipoetry today (I think) and it’s in form of a narrative in two parts. Please share what you think you see in the comments section. Thank you.
Master left at dawn
on the last day of the rains
with a little wave, a few tears and a promise to return.
Bound, voices laughing in my head
my songs and moans echoing to the mountain tops
where I roam free only at starlight.
I have heard tales of the sun
how it burns and destroys all in its path
how it reduces my kind to soul-less shadows.
Isn’t master a god?
Coming and going all these seasons?
Festering wounds and burst blisters,
bloody metal and my putrid stench.
Death must come to all things one way or another.
Awash with blinding light,
murmuring last words in deluded sanctity,
awaiting my screams and sure demise,
birds erupt in songs sweet, breaths are lungful and sweeter.
Where, oh death is now thy sting?
Master never told a lie
surely I will meet my end.
Puzzling and musing on this new mystery,
master returns with the love in his eyes
“Why do you wish to leave me and become a soul-less ghoul?”
My god and master never told a lie.
The cold darkness welcomes me
for in shackles is where I belong.
I am, after all, a monster.
The fire has gone out
smoke rising as from a funeral pyre
smelling of sweat, infatuation and saliva
of lust and unbridled passion
floating into the thick darkness as unholy incense
leaving them groping
he for reason, she for sanity.
Songs by the shore replaced with throaty growls
as she unveils herself
daughter of Eve, ever disloyal
mother of sin, ever unfaithful.
Flee, oh gentleman, heed my voice
head for your light
before she engulfs you in eternal icy blackness
bid her farewell.
Leave her be in her evil form.
P.S. – There’s a monster in all of us. Let they that love you gird you in shackles.
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