Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Come ye howling demons and ghosts

"Night," I cried, "ink me black once more!" And chasing
The echo of a girl’s name I waded waist high across Styx,
Terrible river, into the mouth of Hades, and came back
Blackened by the soot of cannons, divorce and infamy.

"Day," I said then, "Wash grime from time!" And so I dove
Into the white of the snow. I divided the pride of a king
By twice the vice of a fool, borrowed from the sorrow
Of tomorrow, and followed the arrow into the sparrow.


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