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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.
Mary Elizabeth Jul 2014
Living in my world
All alone.
I no longer answer to
My phone.

I live with my stories
My nightmares
At home.

Succumbing to my fancies
My wiles
Little stepping stones.

Abandoned by humanity
Unthroned.

An afterthought
Pile of bones.

I love in this world
All alone.
The mission was absurd
But you let me fall
Your attacks were unplanned
But you let me fall
You ruined my walls
You blinded my knights
You crippled my steed
You tamed my beast
You invaded me
leaving me unthroned
I was a queen
But never your queen
You let me fall
Abducting what I own
With neither spears nor swords
You let me fall
To you I surrendered my soul
Without the promise of crown
Our love became unthroned ,
all because of you .
Yes  you the one I hold with all my heart ,
for you didn’t  love what we had  known.

I would chisel out of granite ,
with my bare hands what we had left aside ,
from an apple to a heart ,
and take a peek at what’s inside .

Yet what we had was it for real ,
or built on fibreglass ?
For our train at Canfranc station awaits ,
the last to ever leave ,
the billow of smoke ,
this monster breaths ,
it’s last .
it’s whistle slowly fades ,
the doors are slammed shut ,
the clock still ticks ,
my windows down ,
and my heart is out of luck .

A tear rolls down my cheek ,
it’s choked in soot ,
misunderstood,
my love for you was insane ,
and now you have gone ,
and left me alone ,
with Only love to blame .

— The End —