SEVEN AND A ONE

A glittering star once, above the skye

Now a soul as black as a night's sky

And as consuming as a black hole

For one's reach, too dark his soul

No light passeth, no light dawned

To and fro, from his oblivion heart

In this judging, unforgiving beau monde

Not at home, the unlighted soul depart

On his journey, a pretty damsel met

Kind she was, and loving and caring

His walls she broke through, sweet Juliet

And saved him, for death was nearing

Her eyes as black as coal

Her bright ruddy face like the sun

With a broad smile like that of Spring

He met an angel, he thought

She was, like him, a mere mortal

With an entrance and an exit bound

And one day heaven will open the portal

To take her to where she belongs. 

Eventide

11 Thlatun, 2022