MINE AND THINE

Darkness descends
Upon the silken cloth.
Spider castles
Bead the endless night.
Plotinian shadows
Shatter the abacus
Of mourning pearls.
Burning fires
Tender spider claws
To initiate whirlpools
Of despair
And track the ebony sky
To chart point-instants
In Satan's lair.
Burning fires
Of hope and desires
And insatiate doom descend.
And mine and thine
Will end, will end.
And mine and thine
Will end.

© 1997 by Pasqual S. Schievella