Author’s Note: This is gonna be the last Canto of Elliot I write for a bit; I’ve been feeling kind of worn out in terms of this concept for the past few entries, so instead of continuing to slog through this I figure it would be better to take a break by writing some standalone poems for a while, then coming back to this later with renewed energy to continue Elliot’s tale. Think of this as a sort of Season Finale. Thank you to anyone who’s been keeping up with this narrative poem; it’s been a fun experiment within an experiment, and I hope you’ve enjoyed it. Anyways, that’s it for this rare author’s note; onto the poem.
-Chris
Elliot
Canto XXV
I take his hand
And all at once
The space around us implodes
A seeming singularity
Of ravenous shadows
Compress me into nothingness
My conscience starts to wane
An overwhelming emptiness
Expanding in my brain
It’s all the same
A sea of illusion
On a background colored black
And we’re all here to simply dream
Until sleep comes to take us back
To where it all began…
“Elliot…”
A voice calls out
My faithful companion
“It’s alright, Elliot.
You made it.”
A calming warmth envelopes me
Sunshine in space
Thawing frozen flesh
“Who are you?”
“I’m Ana,” she replies
I let go of the tension
And then open up my eyes.
Light is trickling down on me
From a small crack up above
My Shadow’s got my back I see
The consequence of love
Ana’s in the shadows still
Not light enough for two
But now I know my Self is safe
I’m sure we’ll make it through
I leave the light to find the fire
That burns beyond the dark
Ana’s flame will show the way
To Inspiration’s Spark
A Life in Poems 