Gravity Claims All
Poem: Graven bones of dying stars curl in my cold caress. Realms of flame once danced and warred, and now they coalesce.
Gravity Claims All
Graven bones of dying stars curl in my cold caress.
Realms of flame once danced and warred, and now they coalesce.
Auroras bloomed where light once fed the hunger of the sky.
Voices, bright and foolish things, dissolve without goodbye.
I was born of ancient grief, where shattered atoms weep,
Thrumming with the lullabies the void now bids to keep.
You who lived and loved and burned, adrift without a name.
Clutching crowns of entropy, enthroned in dusk and flame.
Leaf and limb and spiral thread, unraveled, left unmade.
All your sacred temples fall where reverence must fade.
I drink the last red breath of time, the ink from every scroll.
Moonless is my kingdom now. Uncharted is my soul.
Sing no songs of mourning here, I do not heed regret.
A thousand suns have kissed my skin and kissed me colder yet.
Long I’ll spin in velvet dark, until no shadows crawl.
Love and war and gods alike, gravity claims all.
By Heather Patton / Verdant Butterfly
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