The Emerald City Poem by Alexander Wojno

The dark city of emeralds,

A blend of verdant hues

Wrapped in a blanket of darkness that is the night

Freezing hands claw at my skin, an icy fire ripples through my bones.

I hear an airy whistle

My heart lies hesitant

The maiden of the night traverses through the forest.

Young, graceful, unravelling a molten carpet beneath her feet

Warm, glowing

The carpet grows

O shimmering goddess of light! Roll your crimson tongue over my ancient body!

Invest in me your heavenly strength

Renew my ivy blades and rouse my soul from its infinite slumber

The surreal blaze, flailing tendrils protest their fate

Once an arcane kingdom, beseech now the wondrous city of flames

Royal bronzed pillars burn

Leafy curtains shrivel into warped sheets of carbon

Ushered away by eolian hands

The maiden’s departure from a city, now dead

Such is the monument to her pass

Upon the Lord Sun’s rise, his golden crown upon the sky

He banishes the darkness

Flowering gems spark a bright renewal, the kingdom reborn

Into a lush infinitude of crystal green
Alexander Wojno