Darthenia

What am I doing, rotting in this putrid cavity, Nestled in the charred remains of my prison cell? Flattened to the floor, nailed down by the gravity Of the demons that preside over my personal hell. I claw my way across the cold concrete floor, Skin grating, rasping, tearing into tatters, But I don't want to die here - I want more - So I burn at the stake for everything that matters. A trail of blood lies in my wake, virulent red, But I can smell the sweet scent of release Swirling in the air, rushing into my head, And all I want is for this torment to cease. Brittle bones snap and shatter and reshape, 'Til I am disfigured by the

A vision in the ashen eye of time, Such is this maiden of empire age. All beholden her with dew drops In her hair as she urges the morn To envelope the skies with tapestries Of ambrosial blood of the pantheon. And advanced is the sentient wisdom That permeates her whispered skin, The horizon reflected in her lilac eyes As the Earth creaks in her bones. She is more ancient than even Gaia, More vivid than birth's first breath. She wove the waves with her words, Lit the moon with her lilting lyrics, Turned her tears into sky's threnody, And staked her heart upon the Earth. Her pulse shall forever beat beneath The quiet tattoo of

Burning Salvation I want to lose myself in this eternal darkness... Floating bound and tethered in this inkwell of misery, I don't ever want to resurface, never return to here. When I speak to you, my words ricochet back to me, Hollow and tainted with your disinterest. So when you ask me what plagues my mind, Instead you should ask what plagues my heart! I chew my words until their bitter taste Corrode me from the inside like acid rain, Until the levees break and tears reign, And you ask again what bothers me? Yet you recoil from my heart, barbwire-wrapped, When you prick your fingers on the coils of teeth, And retreat to your t