Friday, December 1, 2023

Die Into Art By Einar Hastain

Hands enclasped, this dance within the shadows is but a whisper of a love’s receding to a nightmare’s unrelenting dedication. 

 We lock our doors to storms of chaos ever turning. 

As we house our fears that manifest a cancer of self doubts and bitter hopes turned sour.

 We dance forgotten by time entombed together as two lovers bound by a promise now burdened by fate. 

 The full moon's kiss does illuminate the room. To cast light in the shadow of your lifeless face. 

 Farewell, my Cherie.

The darkness never did suit you.




Einar Hastain, is a poet who's work appears in both print and various online publications.



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