adventures in dysthymia

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Blackest, a poem

Blackest

Bring me the blackest thing man’s eye has seen,
blacker than space where comets careen;
black as a raven’s feather in flight,
black as the soul’s darkest storms of night;

blacker than caverns that never knew day,
blacker than depths where leviathan lay;
black as the hearts of three-dozen dragons,
black as the beer in winter’s last flagons;

blacker than black and then blacker yet,
blacker than faceted gems carved of jet.
Bring me the blackest thing man’s ever known,
hidden away where no light has shone.

Stephen Brooke ©2016

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