Dark House

DARK HOUSE

satin spire above the blue

earthbound star of hope anew

once a sign of haven

crusted spike upon the sea

crumbling stone now travesty

fear of all the craven

formed a fossil on the shore

relic lost and now ignored

time its only mate

silent rests the warn of fog

defunct bulb and broken cog

given oe’r to fate

pasture once the land around

now in patches burnt and browned

extant, none for miles

ages pass and ages prey

web the brick with salt and spray

life once lived ensiled

nights in enigmatic dream

remain so, no fulgent beam

to guide a wan’drer home

but beneath the sedentary

moves a mote involuntary

murmurs weave a change

ripening until its hour

lying latent in its tower

catacomb deranged

last one day of dew and haze

enkindles deep within the maze

flame in monochrome

gold not this one, bright not so,

this in negative it glows

creeps outward, seeking veins

reaches to the spire’s core

up it races, void abhorred

swells with stuff inane

writhing worm of hollow star

coils, waits in broken jar

prophesies its birth

nascent once, now perfected

punctures sky and light infected

crackles in its mirth

bar of absence, shaft of shade

adumbrate the glen and glade

phantoms glide within

paradox of time and space

bleak antithesis of grace

living’s end begins 

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