~ Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 12) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Thunder-clapped, tumultuous applause,
Gods raged above sand shores,
Air sizzled, rain drizzled,
Lightning seared swelled sea.
Anvil headed storm-cloud stacks,
Night squeezed ‘tween black cracks,
In darkness shared with dark company,
Nevermore reached tentatively.
Woody tips touched mort-cloth strips:
Grasped gently at the bundle,
Nightingale squeaked, urgency piqued,
Overhead thunder rumbled.
Twas as if he held a priceless gift:
An item o so precious.
Cradling his savaged heart,
Left him o so breathless.
He paused for a moment, head titled,
Hand stilted unbinding rag:
As if in peeling, unwrapping, revealing,
Disclosure made him sad.
I knew so little of his fate,
Nor of his days of life: but yet,
Twas plain to see in each degree,
His suffering, his sorrow, his strife.
I sensed his misgiving, his acute unease,
Tho’ certain was I he’d be appeased.
Yet each turn of cloth he moved farther,
His demeanour deepened ever darker.
“My fate,” said he, “a pitiful end,”
“So sudden, stabbed with pain.”
“Such gloom consumes this heavy heart,”
“Would I desire to feel it again?”
“Yes yes my love,” Nightingale said,
“But sweet is our memory.”
“Dread being dead can’t hurt us now,”
“Together for eternity.”
She flapped and flew to his hand,
Perched resting on a finger,
She looked at he so lovingly,
Before once more a singer.
“Neath deep sea life lay drowned,”
“In mort-cloth was your heart enwound,”
“But to my heart your love is bound,”
“For in my soul your soul is found.”
“So near,” she sung, “so nearly free,”
“Feel the love I have for thee.”
“Come my love, journey with me,”
“Beyond the stars to infinity.”
I heard her mutter, watched her flutter,
Quickly she flew my view.
When then of a sudden, no-longer hidden,
As a ghost she returned hitherto.
More beautiful than I first recalled,
Ethereal as a Luna-moth,
Crouched on sand she took his hand,
Teased away stained cloth.
Timed just right, a lightening strike,
As to his lips she pressed her own.
“Don’t be afraid,” she softly sung,
“Tis time to come on home.”
~ Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 11) precedes this post. Part 13 to follow shortly ~