Poetry / Nothingness and Nevermore

Nothingness and Nevermore

The web tightly contracts, as does the iron fist.
It sways above our lowly heads, as if to kiss the ground.
The nothingness of dirt is there, so muddy black, our souls.
The twisting rites, our earthly coven, so invoking to the night.

Fragile as the night with wings all broken from the day.
The day all shattered from the night. The combat of their courses sway together.

Nothingness and nevermore are words, as kissed upon a corpse.
Their quality is written upon the lips — so akin to dead flesh! —
And how they speak of joining
Gone — witless — to the coven lost souls.

Death could be a river cried in many years of youth.
And so it is when the blade strikes a knell.
– To the bitter acid abyss —

How escape from dead eyes leads to the netherworld,
In the harsh attempt to flee black misery.

…From dead-eyed to corpse… Awake to oblivion…
With scrawls of nothingness and nevermore.