gilded EYES

Pitch clouds my eyes
The world is swallowed by black
Nothingness is born anew.
Desolation takes root and bears the fruit of Pain

I turn,
The streets are lit by gilded eyes.
A heart shroud covers me
Colored by the rainbows of Angst and Torment,
I feel the eyes upon me,
Watching me
Daring me.

A tarnished Moon appears,
Between the clouds of murk,
Leaning close down to me
I hear Her secrets
I hear Her pleas.

I turn again,
I leave this horrid palace of grief,
I follow a path I yet do not know.
I feel gilded eyes follow me

Fantasy,
Reality,
I forgot which was which.
I forgot when I was dreaming,
When I was waking.

The gilded eyes pause in front of me
I watch them as more circle me,
More then I can count.
Perhaps one is fear.
Perhaps one is hesitation
Perhaps they are all sins
Sins that know no redemption.

I look up
A fine rain begins to fall
I watch the dark clouds melt away
I feel the shroud come undone

I smile up unto the Moon,
Her light caresses me,
Urging me onward.

I look back,
I see only one set of gilded eyes.
I tilt my head and look deep into those eyes.

“Go now,” they say to me.


I see now,
Eyes so golden,
I watch their owner,
A sin so great there is no word for it,
Flit away into the shadows

I turn
I see where my shroud came to rest
There,
In the middle of so much worn thread
So much tattered cloth,
So many battered dreams
And ragged wishes,
I see a rose.

Redder then blood,
Tipped with black,
I pull the flower from its dank bed
I touch the petals,
And know.