A Short-Story in Verse

The Timeless Meets the Timely

The shadow of eternity falls painfully

On the moment that craves immortality.

Memories fortified into cold marble

Cast a pall of nascent experiences

Seeking to shed their wind-starved wings.

The Timeless gods so unfamiliar yet intimate

Are a forest, labyrinthine and unkind,

That guide us to the morrow

By making us lose our way.

Like Christ on his Golgotha surrounded

By the good and bad thief so we

Are mounted between eternal yesteryears

And futures tantalising yet agonisingly untold.

Though our instinct may point us forever onwards

Our steps can only tread heavily for the shackles

Who knows whom has cast around our feet.

What evil bastard is born into our lives

When, oh beauteous horror, the past seeks

Conjugality with our youthful, lustful present!

The noblesse of ghosts haunting our mind’s pantheons

Meeting the adventurous, creative spirits of newness;

Their…