The quiet earth beckons forth the living
For a poison kiss, an eternity spent
Decomposing her missives
A cocoon culled from the flesh
Of her fingers, who once reached for heaven
Now repurposed to fill the earth
With her victims, who shall not return
Winged or majestic, but feed the worms
Who hunger for death
A calm storm dampens the grass
Each step tamps down a heiroglyph
To be deciphered by passing civilization
Who wandered here, who wondered in this clearing
What world might come next, before dressing a fossil
And lying down for their eternal rest
Who lived, before dying down
To soil and insects, who played the foil
To Mother's breath, before ages pried the life
From their chests
The ash of a fire past his prime
Still embers on a windy night
Who may flare before the eyes of god
And dare defy a night so dark
The captured soul who unfolds beneath us
Feeds the beast before she turns a wand'ring eye
To the flesh, to the footprints across her
Neck, who would sacrifice the skies
To save the lives of millions, who would never
Speak his name, who would tame the wildest fires
If only to gain entrance
To the eyes of desire, focus her hunger on his skin
Before she devours the world behind him
The quiet earth beckons forth her victim
Gnaws at the flesh, claws at his back
He dresses his wounds, undresses hers
Settles quietly into the black
In a world where mortals dare not tread
Where gods may have their way with the dead
He entices the divine, sacrifices his sight
To this mistress, a fire whose light
Draws them all as moths, who burn long before
They could hope to extinguish it.
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