death magnetic

Calling me… is the emptiness

Enticing is this mist

The blinding white of

Cold, lonely mountains

Deep dark wooded slopes

Of these valleys

Lure me again…

There is something ancient here

Stirring the haunting strains

… Inside me

Lying on lushness, of this tableland

I am but a tiny speck

Vermillion shadows of the sky – suddenly salt sprinkled

And the owls begin to call out

The night zephyr … is now a song, now a tremble

Universe witnesses:

A forlorn figure … a weeping tremble running down its form

Helplessness written all over the air

The full moon disc ascends … now cheesy yellow

Slowly chalk white… “the science of curdling doesn’t work here”

The vales are now illuminated…

Shadows abound

The choir is in full form

The orchestra of the night in full swing

Universe Witnesses:

The forlorn figure … now at the edge

With a crimson silk running the length of her arms

Now stretched like wings

The long dark hair … now a part of the choir

She looks like Her Majesty

Master of all she surveys

… the tiny speck and so much power

Surrendering when you are high

Being at the edge of pleasure and pain

And the gravity doesn’t work anymore

For universe seems to have won just this time…

This IS free falling…

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