Elliot
Canto XXIII
The current of midnight
Dragging us deeper
Into the Erebus Ocean
Waves crash into us
Splashing their images
Into our eyes
Illusory light
Sudden Supernovae
Striking the mind
Manufactured images
Of another me
Everything I’m not
Burning a city
To atomic dust
Betrayer of Life
Betrayer of Trust
The claws I possess
I’ll let turn to rust
But nevertheless
They exist as a must
The fire is burning
I stand in the shadows
Growing, expanding
Snuff the light out
A calm in the storm
A quick breath of air
A tug on my ankle
Takes me unaware
I struggle to swim
To keep afloat
Yet still I submerge
I sink like a stone
My assailant climbs
From my legs to my eyes
Then the darkness is broken
By a flash in the skies
A great crack of lightning
The shadows despise
They clear the way
To a man made of light
Purest perfection
And impossibly bright
A Life in Poems 