A Return Ticket For The Psychopomp Train Poem by Rubius Nox

Clandestine clockwork of dark reactions,
Exhales a perfumed night sky.
Twas Gaia’s shadow’s vast contractions,
Which fixed the roots of history.

Purring a mosaicism,
Of love and the mystique.
Eternal patient arbiter,
Of novel and unique.

I strive ensconced her chaos,
As one of the selected.
Amidst the throbbing Eros,
As two I am connected.

“Lament, a technological mistake!
This life of our creation,
Nature, aid for beauties sake!
Your wisdom we’ve forsaken.”

Observing an aquarelle twilight,
fade ashen in the glassy brook,
For safe return from old delight,
Within the moonless drink I look,

Two auburn eyes reply,
With Two apotropaic gifts.
Before all has gone awry,
And psyche slips or shifts:

'Unveil reason to those demonic flames,
Till angles iridesce Pierian springs.
When sense is lost to wild-eyed games,
Beat bellicose drums as ancients and sing.'

This is my aegis and sanctum.
This, my scaffold and song.
For I have returned from a journey,
In darkness, returning as one.