It gathers on the horizon, blood-red and hungry.
Watch it drip with feline grace down the fenceposts.
Look how it soils the shadows with its burning light.
Fallen leaves blaze beneath the silken touch of sunset.
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Stay here where the cool press of night never manages to warm.
Gather beneath the ironwoods with me where dappled red
Becomes a carpet of fire and passion sleeps like a dragon.
Curl up in my lap for a minute and stay until twilight fades.
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Stay in the place where time has ceased to matter.
The black cats have gone to the creeks to spread their gossip
So curl over the witch in the grasses wearing yourself as a shadow
And dream with me of all the twilight possibilities.
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It is time now to turn bloodshot eyes to the bleak horizon,
Swallow our combustibles, and set fire to the town's pyre.
Ropes and flames cannot silence the truth but I am tired
Of hearing about your god when the earth moans beneath.
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I am tired of living in the yellow haze of serendipity because
It isn't a personal thing, this good fortune, but a mess of lies.
I am haunted by the ten million apocalypses I've missed
And the one I can't escape, the one blooming here, underfoot.
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Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (17)
Eery, enchanting, and so so well done!! Congrats on Top Story SD!!
Top Story well done friend.
Great, great, great!!! Congrats on TS!
Congrats on the well-deserved TS. Fantastic work, Silver.
Love this.
WOW! Simply amazing, and this is my absolute favorite line: "The black cats have gone to the creeks to spread their gossip." Congratulations on your well-deserved top story!👏🌹
Great work, I'll be reading yours, I'm counting on your mutual support. To all writers - Read mine and I'll do the same.
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Back to say congrats to a well-deserved Top Story! :D
Wow! This is flawless. Perfectly unsettling. A sense of things leaning off kilter, and bound to fully tip. Feels ominous. I’m subscribing just off this poem, because this is great!
"I am haunted by the ten million apocalypses I've missed" This one really struck home to me Fantastically crafted work here Silver!
Oooo, I especially loved the black cats spreading gossip!
Wow! Feels like I need to sign up for this endeavor. And I really loved the image of this line: -The black cats have gone to the creeks to spread their gossip- 🤩
Your poetic prowess is on full display here, SD! Kudos for the TS!
gorgeous, atmosphere, tension, shadow and color. I loved it.
I got lost in your world building and I loved it. Beautiful work, as always
serendipity.. a curious word in this context. This one's hiding things - probably the apocalypses still clouding the sky. I like how cats gossip with witches - I'm tired too - but pyres and rope won't burn hot enough to touch secrets. Really haunted, like dusk but with a golden hue from a fire. It's making me think. Absolutely intriguing!