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The Sorrowing Harp Sequence
1. Anniversary Ghost
I. Celebrations
My sister, my mother, my father, my brother,
you were strong as a group, I was outnumbered
and your killing hands were upon my throat,
but still I flowed like a river and I did not die.
My heartbeat pounded like wings into the dawn,
as the plunging water filled my lungs,
when I left myself, to be taken away by calm.
I entered a world of profound strangeness,
where no tree grew and no bird sang.
It was dim and old and unbecoming,
like an unseen dream behind all of civilsation.
At first there was a black dog,
troubled and racing across the long lost scent
and a thousand howling hills in the night,
as if drawn from old memory.
Somewhere, I sensed the heartbeat of the cosmos,
but it was just a play of moonlight upon still waters,
where the storm of betrayal and the chill of deceit
within my heart, had sank forever from your sight.
Or so you thought --- but I did not die. |
