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 Jan 2018 mythie
Vyiirt'aan
The husk
 Jan 2018 mythie
Vyiirt'aan
In the shade of the twilit sky
Incandescent embers rose and covered
My sight.

Its warmth trailing the contour of me
Yet what remained, an effigy
Blank carcass amongst putrid mess
Cracks in its slate, cavity ridden.

The hollow holes howled in the wind
As it exhaled for the last time.
 Jan 2018 mythie
Vulpes
Ghost
 Jan 2018 mythie
Vulpes
Warm waters ripple underneath my feet,
Mist softly caresses my surroundings like a fuzzy blanket,
Nothing but a warm wrap on a deathbed.
I'm flying.
The sea beneath my feet freezes as I descend upon it.
A catwalk to my judging headsman.
I refuse to walk.
I fly.
Without destination.
Without meaning.
Until you touched my hand and I turned around.
 Dec 2017 mythie
Vyiirt'aan
The cold.
My cheeks flushed pink as I inhaled the remnants of the frail air
Surrounding me - clouded tufts occur
They dissipate as I breathe
I whisper.

The prevalence of rosebuds, nature's pride
Flourish amongst the beaks of the emperor.

Strands of scarlet, stains of blood
They all entail the unrequited sentiment of the weak
The frail entrails dwindling downwards on the empty patches,
Barren warfields where I exhaled.

The enticing floral rain, the vermilion of the soul
The pale old man with the raincoat is watching me
I turn.

Bring me deliverance, old man
The joy of my ultima, the ****** of my being
For you watched me ultimately,
For death cheers for me from the sidelines.

Bring me deliverance, for the caress of the end
Is my valentine.
23/12

breathe cheeks cheer ****** joy nature pink unrequited valentine whisper
 Dec 2017 mythie
Vyiirt'aan
Traces of pawprints align and accumulate amongst the snow
The dusk casts the dawn away and tended their corpse
A vicious sound emanating, rusing the serenity of the twilight

"Papa, will you be home tonight?"
"Will you be carrying the candles again?"
"Will you stay with us tonight?"

Perpending echoes of the penumbra when the moon,
obscures, the darkened ceiling.

Slits of dim candlelight seep past the surface, a ****** demise
Crimson seeping, bubbled wine, creasing the remnants of the promise
My dearest, sweetest, purest child,
Amongst the veils of fireflies, the canids prowl through the streets
A deceitful parade amongst the illusion exposed,
The peaceful tracts are no more - I was struck.

The canids howl a sonorous melody, riveting, disconcerting harmonies
On the brink of the dying night, in a universe we brought so forth

The lingering of the slivers of silver shining,
the paradox of incongruent paths intertwining,
For each flame ceases in a communal suicide, the wolves stalk the solemn night.
The philosophy that was taught for generations and beyond,
It existed no more.

Beyond the blanket of hope and comfort, the warm amber rises
Stroking the pack, exuviating their hollow molt.

I was stranded here, on the island of scarlet
Roses floundering, thousands of rotten corpses
Fragrant luscious decadence, like candy to efflorescence
Floundering petals in hues of auburn and gold
Diluting to pallid gore.

"I will be home tonight"
"Smiling amongst the candlelight"
"For your dearest smile I recollected..."

"... and bled out once more"
25/12

This poem and https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2281075/incorporeal-oath-depart/ are meant to be read in tandem.

candy fireflies incongruent melody papa peaceful philosophy suicide universe warm
 Dec 2017 mythie
Vyiirt'aan
Predatory traces remain amongst the spread soot
The ashes that bore the incentive of a smile
A lonely ribbon flew along the scene - it was caught;
Grasped by the canids of a desperate pastime.

"Papa, can you hear me?"
"I will be holding the candles today"
"You have returned at last..."
"... but why did you leave again?"

Muffled screams, stinging pain, faint echoing of what remains,
The vitality that lingered in the sun,
Disappeared, in its stern gleam.

Trails of anguish resonate through the field, a grand feast
Clotted tufts, sent with grief, are held and spread over the field
My dearest father,
When the light shone down and revealed its deceit,
A realm that struck me headfirst, belittling me,
As you dance with the wind, I cry for an eternity.

The hounds of decay sing a melody, so daunting, intimidating tones
In deafening ecstasy, the games the shepherds play,
The ceasing of a prosperous juvenescence, killing feisty innocence.

In a loud cascade, the scenery deteriorates
Lush wisps of fire, dulled petals flourish in the wind
Dim embers, odoriferous leaves that dwindle amongst the feet
In anger they remained at the efflorescent poppies
The putrid grave that yielded

The warmth of the snow felt enticing, exciting
The numbed senses within the blank slate.

"I will be home tonight"
"Crying in the darkness"
"For my dearest smile..."

"... exists no more."
28/12

This poem is to be read after "Homecoming, incorporeal oath".
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2277180/homecoming-incorporeal-oath/

anger games loud pain sing vitality eternity smile papa ribbon
 Dec 2017 mythie
Vyiirt'aan
I walked through the valley
Longing for the warmth of home
I passed the thorny road
Engraving my feet with their thorns
Destined to guide myself home
I fought my way through and conquered many obstacles.

As fierce and brute my appearance seems
Many would consider me gentle and kind
Never would I lose my honor
Or hurt anyone, I swear!
Telling the truth in a world of lies.

Still, I wandered alone at night
Through the valley I loathed
Returning home past the lake,
Origin of love and courage
Never would I yield, nor
Grief over my mistakes.

I faced the countless lies thrown at me
After all, I did not meet my demise
Many would have suffered despair
Not a single thing complied
Over the thin air and frigid snow
The thin air that lingered through the pass.

Greatness ensued the men succeeding me
Enamoured with pride, in fervent passion
Never would they break the morale
That was built through my strength
Leaving them behind was no option
Eventually they would reach the promised land.

I watched the legions from above
Generations of trust and power
Achieved things man could not imagine
Victorious cries and shouts
Elated return to our motherland
Us, the victorious warriors
Pursuing the dream of infinite strength.

It was all an illusion from the start.
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