Blessed be.
Velumbound.
A transmission that suggests when profound love or a specific chapter of life ends, something darker steps into the void to hunt down the memories that remain.
(A sad lone voice whispers)
My old love
Loved shaking her crow-black hair
As old daydreams tumbled around her
Like brown autumn leaves in the air
On any given day or night
Dreams of divinity
Of God and light
Like the first thing you see when you close your eyes at night
Temporal spaces filled with familiar faces
Crooning like nameless mockingbirds
Under a watchful moon
Dreams of us as a pair
Regale my eyes with surreal memories of us
Everywhere I now look since God closed that Crimson Book
Us entwined at sea
Surrounded by floating red roses as seagulls watched
Laughing like playful, innocent schoolchildren
Free from all fears and good behaviour
But now the
Ancient Ones have called at midnight to remind me
“Those who once lay entwined in their sea as their seagulls watched
Will soon get a visit
From The Midnight Hunters from The Black and Blue Lodge”
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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