On The Brink Of Oblivion Poem by Yasmin Hemmat

In the pursuit of unknown,
In the valley of shadow of death,
I stand alone on the brink of oblivion,
Bewitched by his rapturous breath.

On the black throne, death reigns supreme,
Above the cave and chasm of fire
Calling the demons in the dead of the night,
Trembling with laughter and desire.

He lays me upon a bed of crimson flowers
Under the pitch-black night sky,
Kisses me with all his powers,
As the last embers of the stars die.