The Stardust Lantern

 

You have toyed

   and tinkered. 

No decency. Accept but to my face. 

  I don't rightly understand

even if I do. Epitome of recklessness. 

  Had I bowed in understanding

What good did it do? Human Void. 

  Let in the light, 

I always having to walk away then. 

  Leaving you to your own

with now a lantern to light you home. 

  I have wallowed so...

in the dark there- this existence of refrain 

  indulgently marking our soul. 

  I would reep, 

      because it the contract of souls. 

 and I can't say any of it was worth it- 

  The price left paid for toll. 

   I doubt it possible 

That this life was the darkest I've seen...

  but somehow, 

in it's common simplicity 

  It seems to come indelibly close. 

Marked for ware. Here, the soul Torn, 

  Feels literally TORN....

  Shattered, and fragmented- 

Sanity tested in every limit. 

  Capacities barely ever withstood. 

So far I have only despised this life, 

  Willing my own light forth, 

So I might barely make due. 

  For it was dim, what was left.

Fading, and now it pulses in flashes. 

I am tired. And Weak. and Sad. 

  I am the epitome of Strength 

because I have to. Be. I have to. 

  Wiping away the anger in tears. 

The frustration in neglect. 

  The fight I still take up yet...

For my freedom

   even

against disrespect, use, as though I am a spicket claimed. 

  I am worn from use. 

My soul is maimed. 

  Oh yet Anger, How I much I disdain! 

It consumes like fire. It scorches greens. 

  It undos. 

I shapeshift 

    Only because I have to. 

Only when stolen from me is choice. 

  I shapeshift, 

Only when you have cut out my heart 

  Seared my tongue 

and whispered spells over my voice

- the poison you leak over my name! 

  That's when the Stardust becomes the heathen of Pele's reign. 

  The Primordial Destroyer 

Gone by any other name. 

  Shiva, Kali 

Freya all dressed in skins

  by any other name. 

 Blanketed ever 

By the sky. 

  Stars' descent. 

Kings in the Sky. 

  A map. A Haven. 

We can ever live by. 

  Return me then,

To my promised abyss. 

Afford me this, 

  and His Kiss 

At my Mass, upon my cold lips. 

  and bury me there. 

That I might return to the Sky. 

  That I might regain my wings. 

That I might, 

  Journey back into my Night.