At dawn she awoke,
Shivering below eternity as the ancient bells of time resound,
Peering through distant memories at the tormenting glow of angelic thunder,
A myriad of lost souls trapped within her –
One pranced morbidly through subterranean hallucinations,
Searching for all that lies beyond the void,
Mirror image illusions collapsing,
Like tempestuous dominos shattering her aching heart –
One wondered a supernatural haze,
With the promise of eternities elapsed,
Like a singing angel,
Weeping siren songs –
One stumbled loaded through the dawn,
Kaleidoscopic walls caving in,
Staring into the abyss and whispering of peace at last –
One wept for the soul of humanity,
Chained to our lonesome, isolated egos –
One radiated through a mysterious cloud of white noise,
The shallow pendulums of time weeping dissonantly,
And gleaming hues of grey cascading down the abyss,
Murmuring of salvation as mournful storms rage overhead –
One roamed the sullen streets with tempestuous glittering eyes alight,
The flickering spark of aurora’s rays seeping through her fragile bones,
And distant memories of Elysium,
Haunted evermore –
One collapsed at the feet of solemn granite altars,
Wandering the derelict abyss of eternity in minds forgotten,
Wailing for her father lost in the crystal labyrinth –
One tread a path of dazzling lights,
Down dark rabbit holes sensually poked in her tender skull,
Lobotomised like the angel of expression,
Who sits silently with sermons of breath delicate in the hollow moonlight –
One sat glassy eyed below the crack of time,
Groaning through the nightmare alleyways of purgatory,
Awaiting old age to unhinge her soul,
Immersed in moments ever fading,
And with each birth of life witnessed in the dark she heard the echoes of death,
A sad promise whispered softly in her delicate heart –
One wept on a lonely park bench,
Sinking through desolate dreams and yearning for release,
As the ghostly soul of a lost child drifted through the weary avenues in her mind,
And in the supernatural darkness she lay naked,
Trembling before the sad shade of her mother hallucinated –
Of loss one cries,
Tears shed for the great sorrow of life,
Weeping for the womb,
Dreaming of the grave,
Alone in the hollow realms of her past,
Lifeless and undying –
Poem by Stamos Mardou