Day: September 22, 2020

descended from the loins of circe
she is a goddess of the wand
mistress of both love and mercy
she’ll take you to xanadu and beyond

fantastic is this spell she’s casting
magic of a splendorous kind
a world of wonder everlasting
in treasure troves of dreams entwined

in fantasy’s elaboration
through stars of splendor you’ll ascend
a journey through pure imagination
your blissful voyage will never end

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rob kistner © 2020

Catrin Welz-Stein

the horror of that night
holds the seal tight
the memory riveted

grief’s blackened key
securely barring entry

none can pass

his bitter resolve
makes certain
none will try

this is a stark forbidden place

stoney
crypt-like
cold and barren
as the moon

unyielding

lifeless

a wasteland of the lost
inhabited by the dead

the gate grown over
by a tangle of despair
and anger

but see
a shadow falls across the threshold
someone approaches

a comely being
warm and alive
lays gentle siege
threatening to breach
his hardened fortress

but this lovely creature
fair and fragile
can not possibly gain entrance
must not

he will resist
this is wrong
this is trespass
this is cruel betrayal
of his lost beloved

he has no right
to leave this place of sorrow
no right

but his stronghold is succumbing
falling
to this delicate advance

he is vulnerable
confused
but it is useless to resist

searching with a patient heart
she has found the key
grasped in her loving hand
it has become golden

fingers tenderly enfold it
gently
she slides it into the lock
turning with great care

he is defenseless
he feels his heart slowly open
the long forgotten stir of love
begins to warm his soul

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rob kistner © 2020

Catrin Welz-Stein

the horror of that night
holds the seal tight
the memory riveted
securely barring entry

none can pass

his bitter resolve
makes certain
none will try

this is a stark forbidden place

stoney
crypt-like
cold and barren
as the moon

unyielding

lifeless

a wasteland of the lost
inhabited by the dead

the gate grown over
by a tangle of grief
and anger

any memory
of a once vital presence
of a living breath
of warmth
of joy

forever gone

long ago
brutal night had fallen
on the void within

no sun can penetrate

the blackness soothes him
he retreats into its depths
embraces its lightless void

hiding

sulking

shielded from any possibility
of further pain
or remorse

he is unfeeling
safely lifeless

in that long ago
he gave his heart’s key
to dark despair

who
shrouded in mourning
atop the winged bird of misery
took flight
never to return

never to return

never

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rob kistner © 2020