Seeking The Elixir - Poem by David Lacey
Why is it I’m scared of slipping beyond the hearth?
Why is it I’m scared of being buried in the earth?
Ground down into ashes, the sacred charred at length
Spit roasted upon the flame, stripped of flesh, stripped of strength.
Hell bent hounds, three headed monstrosities
Bound on closing in, eyes of animosity
Seeking the Elixir the cure to their ailment
Seeking a Queen to lure into descent
Absorbed into madness, Insanity no longer recognises her face
No longer recognises her faith in a world of rag doll features
A world of weather torn creatures sleeping as our mothers creeps,
Invisible by twilights embrace, Her features weep more week by week
Steadfast in her faith. Searching the desert delving, absorbed into the barren,
Shirtless, flirting with the devil by the roadside, the devil she may hide.
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