'Twas fading, slowly...
your face turning
into a bleak silhouette,
exquisitely melding
with the dark plane,
where your languid countenance
had once burned ablaze...
But, your amber eyes
never dimmed,
Luciform flames rising
Awash in the subtle glow,
Something deepened within.
In your eyes, my frame
A butterfly in crystal amber.
Byzantine wings suspended
In star-thistle nectar drop.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
'Twas fading, slowly...
your face turning
into a bleak silhouette,
exquisitely melding
with the dark plane,
where your languid countenance
had once burned ablaze...
But, your amber eyes
never dimmed,
Luciform flames rising
Awash in the subtle glow,
Something deepened within.
In your eyes, my frame
A butterfly in crystal amber.
Byzantine wings suspended
In star-thistle nectar drop.
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