A-walking on a wormwood path
that’s paved by age’s cobblestones
on past a palace of distant past
in a Prussian park, a mind unthroned.
He walked, a shadow
through the foggy night,
his pulse beat faint and shallow
as the pale and fitful light.
In the lace of this quicksilver mist,
a fellow shade now walked along.
She emerged from dark, adrift
like him. They hummed the same black song.
In what had been a pitiless pit
of icy fog and stony walks,
she was there as if summoned by fate’s writ.
In whispers, she and he began to talk.
They shared their bleak
and tattered tales
to raise the wreck
of where they’d failed.
And as they talked
their once distant light
began to shine
out in that night.
Here in their pale of desolation,
two kindred shades touch shadowed hands
and in their touch found consolation
to rekindle light in benighted lands.
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 1:36 PM UTC
A-walking on a wormwood path
that’s paved by age’s cobblestones
on past a palace of distant past
in a Prussian park, a mind unthroned.
He walked, a shadow
through the foggy night,
his pulse beat faint and shallow
as the pale and fitful light.
In the lace of this quicksilver mist,
a fellow shade now walked along.
She emerged from dark, adrift
like him. They hummed the same black song.
In what had been a pitiless pit
of icy fog and stony walks,
she was there as if summoned by fate’s writ.
In whispers, she and he began to talk.
They shared their bleak
and tattered tales
to raise the wreck
of where they’d failed.
And as they talked
their once distant light
began to shine
out in that night.
Here in their pale of desolation,
two kindred shades touch shadowed hands
and in their touch found consolation
to rekindle light in benighted lands.