Poetry: Nevermore

a flash of violet in the dark

can be the spark of dreams at night

or the terror of a storm

approaching in the coldest fright

to wash away the ashes of the

hollow world that came before

and build in place in hail like stone

the future of the nevermore

and call it you what you will, the lie

gilt in gold and silver spikes

but wishes are the medicine

that cures the tumor known as spite

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