A song for coming out of darkness
A poem

Were you there
With me as a black widow
Horseman of the Apocalypse
On the black horse of your doomsday?
I could have dragged you down to the lowest ground
Twist you around, dig you up
Among corpses of all kinds
But instead, I’m coming up for air
With all the great news, flowers in my hands
Although I’m not sure if that’s the best idea
As I’m not the sentimental
Type
Trying to refrain
From all ties of all kinds
As they hurt, I bring you then
Myself
With a bright smile as a harbinger of
All unknown paths
We could dive in
Where all the wild and vile plants grow
To protect ourselves
From their destructive deeds
Demanding our destiny
To be lied upon
Yet we dare to overcome any storm
If it ever happens again
As we are skilled
In carving out of the darkness of the day
Drowning in an invigorating night instead
Extracting vital juices –
Our ambrosia to deal with it
The most unbelievable of lives
Hand in hand with the devil
Too many times to believe it
And yet it still happens
When you scream
I’m learning
It’s just the eternal order of things here
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June – September 2022
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Thank you for reading!
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...



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