At the cusp of eclipse

A.B. Jakobsen

It shone with such feeble light 

A fiery ring spilling from its rim

I grasped at the evanescent sun

As the black moon possessed it thereby

And an alien shadow was cast

That loomed beyond any mountain

And deeper than any sea

With blighted eyes I fell aghast

By the cosmos’ devilish decree 

 

Out from hills and horizons yonder

Black noise jutted across the sky

Rippling towards this aethereal king

Heralding its legion of ghoulish horror

As that be all this majesty will bring

And though you may call me a liar

I be but an occult explorer 

If not for my wit and senses, what sense do I have?

When one with the universe does enquire 

 

3/2/2023

  • Author: A.B. Jakobsen (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 2nd, 2023 19:05
  • Category: Fantasy
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  • L. B. Mek

    (good to explore, to question
    reach out to those waves of fate
    and find that perfect vibration
    that fits best...)
    thanks for sharing, really well written

    • A.B. Jakobsen

      Interesting interpretation Mek. Thank you for reading!

    • Parisab

      Fantastical with haunting imagery-thanks for sharing

      • A.B. Jakobsen

        That's great to hear Parisab! I am happy that it could evoke some strong imagery in your head, as it did for me while writing it. Thank you for leaving a comment!



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