And Now I've Lost the Stars

By LaBruyere in curtal on

Oh God, how did the sun turn into blood? How did the lunar surface start to crack? When all I did was lay my head to rest As nightfall, soft, cascading in a flood Bespoke my eyelids, conquered, muscles slack Embraced in heavy slumber on its breast. The night breeze…

DFC XVII. Ottava Rima: Abyss

By LaBruyere in abyss on

Your silence holds the earth in stark white snow Already fallen, sleeping in her bliss. We're unaware of fire's long-burning glow Deeper than the solid earth's abyss. For down below the demons wrestle. Woe. You have betrayed the mountain with a kiss. You hear…