...Then light as a speck it came to me,
As witnessed by my third eye,
The answer to questions unspoken
Implanted with violet dye.
My lips quivered then gently parted,
Warmth seeping out as It left:
The widow my mind had been housing
So turned my soul dark and bereft.
Eyes from below viddied up at me,
Glowing remembrance shone.
I wordlessly begged them, "stay silent."
They retracted, then they were gone.
Supporting her life with deception,
Like perilous mountain peaks,
The girl that my heart manifested
Could no longer stifle her shrieks.
Regret met with pain and seclusion.
The gallows boasted their wares:
The widow's web spun ethereal,
A rainbow of violent snares.
The writing upon it read Sorrow.
I cried aloud a return
Of elegies, swansongs and madness:
My sanity's bridges left burned.
So placed in my hand was a seedling,
In the void it planted well.
It grew of the heat radiating
From inside the walls of my cell.
Grafted, held together, maturing,
Solace in glass and in fire,
The peace that I lacked flowed into me
And out! winked the world in my eye.
Rejecting the widow's grim offer,
Bathed in my own sacrifice,
The ink sends the paper my message
Disguised in poetic device.