Frozen Starfire
Frozen star-fire, with beauty distant, and glimmer chill, wherefore is thy light?
Consumed by darkness, bitter-bleak and howling damned, bleeding in the night.
What raptures swept past, like blazing comet’s tail fading ‘gainst heaven’s infinite black?
Now memory and thought, a ghost upon the lips, yet glimmering dimly still.
What phantasmal utterance might resurrect embers cold and scattered?
Hear not those round tones, soft spoken and honey-poured, those drizzled words of ambrosia promises.
That murmur, whispered words of shadows’ fancy, is vainly wasted.
Fade not away, that pale illumination, crystal-washed and unsullied,
Rather, silent-sweet hang, amid glittering brethren, though far more brightly glow.
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