How striking the resemblance,
  You and your brother share.
  Especially during dreamless nights, 
  When you adorn his exact, 


  How taunting the ambivalence!
  Your game was never fair.
  Is it you or him that tortures us,
  With Heavenly Mirage? 


  Perhaps it is familial, and matriarch conspire?
  Her darkness that is shrouding, 


  Perhaps it is heretical, and too bold to inquire;
  The gods too self important, 
  To care for mortal plight.


  Endless your boastful arrogance,
  To pure darkness command;
  Blinded by debauchery
  And cover of the night.
  Your triad forgets dreamers,
  the dying still with fight,
  The blind to whom no sunset
  Shall ever pilfer sight.


  For now your sedatives will stand,
  But a champion takes our cause!
  Your siren song is sweetly,
  But Hemera give you pause.


  Did you ignore your sister?
  The daughter dusk forget?
  Whose luminous abandon,
  Assaults indigo sky?
  Her cavalry of fire,
  Your oppression offset!
  And for another day at least,
  Hold back eternal sigh. 

  • Author: Quemis (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 20th, 2022 15:34
  • Comment from author about the poem: A collaboration with Martha Pagan. Be sure to hear it, and many other poems matched with photoshop timelapses of my art over at: https://www.tiktok.com/@quemisthrowspotions?lang=en
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    memorable imagery and really like
    the fit, of your title
    thanks for sharing, dear poet(s)

    • Quemis


      : )

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