The Curse

INTO THE SHADOW SHE TREADS, with eyes just as hollow as her grave

Searching a Sun amid deads; like an anchor her fingers would crave

For the gap in her chest is eaten by heart cancer

Echo would sigh from afar, yet there was no answer;

The Lake muted under the gaze of its lover.

Her head of rotting flesh, which way has it sent her?

A rib cage of pure black adorning her center

that her exposed bones surround like a white cloister

And Echo weeps to her mar, yet there is no answer

And settles to seek it in the gaping water.

And the mirror is alive, speaking of her splendor,

Its speech hides the reflected eyes of the ghoul

Echo still mourns Narcissus, her Sunrise and Ender;

But is there even such a thing as a soul?

If we all end up turning into a disgraceful flower.

(...For, in your eyes torn asunder,

do I see the reflections of Above,

or solely the way you love?

You will be, forever

left to wonder)