to the dark maiden of sorrows

She knows who she is, the rest of you? Just enjoy.


you are dark,
an ebon ribbon
that has twined about my soul.
you are black,
an burning chestwound
playing passion in control
of memory,
both remembered
and dreamt in troubling sleep
where the dreams are moist, electric,
and in shadows brittly creep.

you are light,
yet undiscovered
in your incandescent prayers.
you are flame
that licks the tapers
casting light in devils' lairs.


William F. Devault. all rights reserved.