Hither Art Thou

A conjurer king in an ancient tower sang
Hymns to Darkness...intoning sotto voce
'Hither comest thou oh Deep and Dreadful Beauty.'
Across the lightning fields black Bells of Midnight rang
Pealing and pearling inwardly intoning
verse of dire and sickly rhyme
steal the air and killing time...

In the midst of a bad dream I was awakened by a thought
Only a wraith like form nestling in my arms
As though a single feather of light
Blown across the vasty sheets of Night's
utterly unknown estates,

And I embraced her fully with all my being
Wept and sang,

'Hither comest Thou oh Deep and Dreadful Beauty.'



Poetry by Charles Lezine
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Written on 2012-05-12 at 20:53

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