(A lone voice whispers)
Remembering every single incredible memory
Of my old lover's name
Before the sun rises
Around the clock
I think is driving me slowly insane
As the night sky seems to smile
As it closes in
Each delicate syllable and dulcet tone
Rings and sends out such a resounding cacophony
And vibration of such a Trinity of Sin
Like a holy golden summoning bell
Been slowly rung
Emanating a frequency filled with Happiness
Togetherness
And Divinity
Tainted by visions
Lost in throes of bedroom depravity
As it spins around in that sacred kaleidoscope
Within my mind
Memories of smiles and kindness
Laying together talking for hours
Lost in a mysterious stillness
About life
The universe and all things in between
Holding hands in the darkness
Before all the cruel and unkind things in life
Came crashing in
Like Zeus's thunder and put out our beloved flame
Which we foolishly thought would be lit forever
So now I'm on this broken path
That I'm doomed to walk
To purge my soul of this madness
Trying to forget her
Since her soul left us
Old Henry and me
The best old hound dog to sit
With
Writing poetry
So Ma and Pa
I'm taking Old Henry and leaving this letter
Driving South
Heading somewhere
I'm pulled blindly to
A lonely secret location
After my own version of The Titanomachy
Towards a place deep in the Appalachian Mountain
I've seen in prophetic visions
A spot inside the darkest of unvisited woods
A place I known
From Dreamland
A place known as
The Land of the Black Crows in the deepest of Shadows
Where Old Gods of pagan mythology and weary Elementals gather to watch
Unknown actors dressed in sharkskin
Perform a twisted version of Dantes's Divine Comedy
Accompanied by a lone violin
A path known only to other poor kindred souls
When they're unconsciously invited by a strange magnetic pull
To The Land of the Black Crows in the deepest of Shadows
To watch strange sideshows to help dissolve their pain
After being spiritually wounded by one of Eros's many bows
Until nothing remains
Before they too pull on the Eternal Sharkskin suit
And take center stage as all the other broken
Stand from their seats and welcome Old Henry and me
Into their secret house of ill repute
A place where when painful emotions suddenly appear
They are shared and passed around
To be consumed
Like a strange-tasting forbidden fruit
By new friends
Who use its energies to welcome new followers
Who brave enough to take up the call and commute
(C) Copyright John Duffy
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