THE STARS, THEY DRIFT AMONG FOREVER GODS

By Tom Robert Roy

The stars, they drift among forever gods,

Shining through the void, with holy grace.

Telling me an ancient truth, of you and yours:

Beware. Beware. Beware her charming face.  

Your blackened eyes, they bore inside. 

I’ve nothing to protect myself:

I’m open, emptied, dried and stained,

Another for your precious tapestry.

We, willing souls who dared to gaze,

Beyond the light and into dark,

Of hidden places Down Below,

Bereft of calm and restful night.

We made our once and fateful choice,

Ignored the warnings of the dead. 

For darkness has its own appeal,

Hiding what my raw heart craves.

The greatest lies, I’ve told myself:

She never once spoke false.  Instead,

We serve the role we carved ourselves,

To cast the darkness out with flame,

Burning meat instead of blackened coal.

Each piece, shines red among forever dark, 

Burning through the void, in endless space.

Crying out our truth, of you and yours:

Beware. Beware. Beware her charming face.  

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