I’m Oblivion.
Perhaps always have been.
Creation marred –
With eternities of self-destruction.
Just another snake.
Eating its own tail.
We here together,
At the edge of annihilation.
Take my hand.
Lay back.
Dangle our legs over the side,
Of pitch black nothingness.
Together,
At least.
At least.
Naught for trying.
But when enough dead men –
Showed up suddenly at our door?
We couldn’t help but grieve them;
Tying ribbons to their ghastly hearts.
My lovely dead.
You’re loved,
Even if only by one old witch,
Surrounded by her darling ghosts,
Whose heart they haunt.
Alive.
This heart has always been a home.
Glamoured with ancient fae ways,
To appear as true beauty –
To any who behold it.
Rusted clockwork,
In truth.
Steel in blue sky,
White clouds & shallow seas.
Knee high.
Endlessly wide.
A special place.
To hold all the wisdom & knowledge,
Destruction can muster.
