Striking a Pose

Whether in thought or action,
I feel nothing, hollowed,
I'm about to cave in,
So close now to the deadly
Secret of the magi,
Entrapped when everything is
Illuminated beneath my red sky,
Only, the candle flickers,
Though refusing to die.

The stars watch as I dance,
With her, and without her,
Like in the lich's mirror,
I keep her within my memory,
Her beauty, thus far gone from reality,
But so contained within me.
She will seek in pensive eyes,
What was sacrificed,
In hopes of preservation,
And never look away again,
Such a sad gaze I feigned instead.

 

The End

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