"I have come to lead you to the other shore; into eternal darkness; into fire and into ice."
-- Dante Alighieri
Hark!
Who hath trodden this chasm-splintered path? Who, through sulphur and razor barbs of obsidian, doth track? Who would brave death and destroy all ahead of my unbound soul?
None but me, I walk alone.
What beast slithers before my feet in the ultimate absence of light and heat? When doth my guide and steward arrive to steer me to my final defeat? I await in choking silence, ash infiltrating my burning lungs, blackening the soles of my weary feet.
Where hath stolen my diamond courage and hard-won might? Why do I agonizingly yearn and vacillate twixt the flames of outward desires and the freezing winter of my inner strife? Ruminating on every minor misstep and regret. Yet, how many tentative strides hath been ripped from beneath me while deprived of my most precious sight?
Patience worn thin, I prepare to leap. I fall short on my final journey ‘cross the river black. An icy plunk echoes, as I'm dumped in the whirlpool with the sharks to hash it out. Reborn of bone in their vicious kingdom, forever circling their haunted bowl.
Eternally, this shall be my role.
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.




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