The Call from the Land of the Black Crows

  

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 sung and dulcet tone

Rings and sends out such a resounding cacophony and vibration

Of such a Trinity of Love

Like a holy golden summoning bell 

Been slowly rung

Emanating a frequency filled with Happiness  

Togetherness  

And Divinity

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

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

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 as I'm pulled blindly 

To a lonely secret location 

After my own version of The Titanomachy

Towards a place deep I've seen in visions

A spot inside the darkest of unvisited woods

A place known 

As in dreamland

I've been told is called

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 root

Centre stage as all the other broken 

Stand on their seats and welcome People like 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 then use its energies 

To welcome new followers 

Who are brave enough 

Like us two

To take up the call 

And commute

Love to you

Both

Xxx

Your forever son

Luke

Xxx

(C) Copyright John Duffy