A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Hades Invitation
I’m estranged from the movement of the moon
A waving mirage, white in the frost that shakes back and forth
To attract prey
Pomegranate soup
A bridge too short, a soul on-guard, a keeper waiting in the snow
The car is still thawing as I watch you lay an angel two inches deep
And the lights go down
And
I don’t want to be alone
Dead but for a delayed heartbeat, waiting on your answer
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