Echoes

Echoes

Eyes from the abyss
Breathe blackness down my neck.
A core lies bare
Of its shattered shell.
The husk is for the wind.
Cast it aside and pass,
Curling, Folding, Burning,
Caught in the aftermath.
Surrendering the dead,
Echoes gasp,
Drifting flashes bid farewells and tempt,
Offering cherished moments.
Seized dreams live on.

Dawn bears the flame
Consuming evening shrouds.
Newborns cry in confusion,
Longing for the echoes’ voice.
The Siren’s sweet embrace,
Revealed as Death’s long face,
Holds no love for striving babes,
Reaping life from mother’s milk.
Sustaining strength, the draught of life
Inflames the soul’s desire.

Eyes from the abyss
Sigh and fade to white.

Will wields the hands of my destiny.

Fate drowns in echoing cries.