Magic FluteMore Like This
The moment I felt Death courting you
my rib cage collapsed. I curled
into childhood: the strange little girl
always alone, talking to herself
on the playground, thinking she
was whispered a safe solitude
of hush-holy clouds, relieved
to slip away from mating rituals
unnoticed; a detached solitude
seeing only in shades of rock
beneath a surface any touch
or even death couldn't reach.
Listen: Love is the beginning of Truth
you were the first coup de foudre
I climbed and the last amour
out of this place. Wherever
the courtship carried you,
if ever a marriage or honeymoon,
I renounce this waiting of hope;
this solitude of celibate womb;
this misguided Magic Flute -
just to see Love embracing you
before finally surrendering
to my own destined course.
This I promise the Universe.
Image 'Romantic Encounter', 1864 by Mihaly von Zichy (Hungary) 1827-1906 (St. Petersburg)
[Prologue of something I haven't named yet]“Bloody hell, there's nothing left.”More Like This
The Captain of the vessel Wandering Servant lowered the spyglass and a deep frown burrowed into his features. He continued to squint against the late afternoon sun as he peered out at the two vessels in the distance, the large British Frigate now sailing away from the other after a terrifyingly quick victory against the poor cutter ship, of which was dwarfed in comparison to its conqueror.
He wasn't so much concerned about the mutilated ship as he was its destroyer. Though he was a pirate and shouldn't show such fear in front of his crew, he visibly tensed at such a sight. No pirate wanted to be caught, for swinging from the gallows was the last thing they wanted to do, and that rather intimidating frigate happened to be one of His Majesty's flagships; the pride of the Navy around this particular area. He'd caught the name before it became illegible from the distance he was at; the HMS Abolisher. He found it such a crude na