She was dead

long before she ever existed;


solidifying only to disperse again


A ghostly figure

dancing under a fathom moon

crying silver

into a darkness

no one remembers


In the eternal emptiness of her eyes

the reflection of another world,

or a different time

a burning sky

from years ago and years to come


A world, her universe,

engulfed flames;

a sunset shimmering in her irises

scarlet like the blood of a thousand dying suns


She was forgotten

before anyone even knew her;

a memory of the future


10 thoughts on “

  1. The depth but mystery surround the subject in your poem makes it beautiful, truly. Have you considered, perhaps, making a short/long story out of this? I would definitely read it 🙂

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