Dark Star

Sunlit porch dimmed by the sensation Your alluring gloom, my fascination Stark battle lines within me divided The siren call of self-degradation Serpent and preacher wrestling inside Moving feet kill the negotiation Ah, to circle your star’s periphery Feel your dying light irradiate me Drawn ever down by fell gravity It chains me deep within my core Snuffing out cool light of purity A decaying orbit evermore Light consumed by the fascination Dank air, charred fragrance of damnation Our baleful destiny is quickening Eyes lock, ineluctable fixation Within my throat, it rises, sickening Yearning for ebony immolation Entangled by the melodrama Of this dying star’s miasma In its final desperate brilliance Inexorably rendering my heart Falling, falling, for the killing As the black hole pulls it apart Deep in me swells her dark radiance Cry desperate plea to other luminance Every atom screaming temptation Sweet agony of impending corruption Yet it cracks with frosty hesitation My supernova of self-destruction Roaring deafness to echoing silence Cold, vacant throne of inner tyrant Flame of wayward desire’s treachery Quenched by inscrutable mystery Deepest soul plea answered, leaving me Just cold embers of pitch black memory 6/1/16 © Thomas W. Quigley