12-17-2013, 02:15 PM
The black marsh consumes
they say
In youth we stood at the edge
and listened
to hear the voices of dead
A'bao was said to sleep there
submerged in fetid water
the old say he kidnaps the young
pulls all asunder
eats their hearts
wears their bones
and excretes the russet oil
that floats ethereal in the marsh
and burns pale blue fire
I've transgressed the law
tasting that odd surface bile
growing wide eyed in my stupor
dizzied by the shifting halls and
lurid shafts
I have met A'bao in the last house
seventeen feet under
he wore my eyes
and I stared at my own blindness
curled up in grief
over my dismembered innocence.
they say
In youth we stood at the edge
and listened
to hear the voices of dead
A'bao was said to sleep there
submerged in fetid water
the old say he kidnaps the young
pulls all asunder
eats their hearts
wears their bones
and excretes the russet oil
that floats ethereal in the marsh
and burns pale blue fire
I've transgressed the law
tasting that odd surface bile
growing wide eyed in my stupor
dizzied by the shifting halls and
lurid shafts
I have met A'bao in the last house
seventeen feet under
he wore my eyes
and I stared at my own blindness
curled up in grief
over my dismembered innocence.