to the dark maiden of sorrows

The poet has known and loved some colorful women on the road between there and here and wherever it is he's headed in the end. I believe he has done an acoustic recording of this piece, but hasn't shared it with anyone, including me.

to the dark maiden of sorrows

you are dark,
an ebon ribbon
that has twined about my soul.
you are black,
an burning chestwound
playing passion in control
of memory,
both remembered
and dreamt in troubling sleep
where the dreams are moist, electric,
and in shadows brittly creep.

you are light,
yet undiscovered
in your incandescent prayers.
you are flame
that licks the tapers
casting light in devils' lairs.

you are blood
and resolution
and questions I won't ask
out of fear
that the answers
might prove a poisoned cask
of the wine
of your passions
barely seen in sacred night
but I must
if I wish to
be the one who burns your light

you are light,
yet undiscovered
in your incandescent prayers.
you are flame
that licks the tapers
casting light in devils' lairs.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.