If Heaven’s greatest love to offer
Proved a fateful chance
You’d turn away
To seek the Great Romance.
And if you saw a house of sadness
Made of skin and bone
From warmth you’d flee
To set them free
And face the world alone.
To sit and think in silence
And, as no fool, you know
The curve and the line
Of the dubious mind
And the scent of the lengthening shadow.
A soul in tiger’s coat,
You curse them to Abyss’ deep tide
And off you go
Disguised as Boundless Void.
Poetry Copyright © 2017 – 2018 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved. (This work has been reprinted with permission of the author.)
Bio: Ena Whiteraven is an aspiring writer and poet whose work includes elements of mystery, suspense, and fantasy. She is currently in search of publishers and fellow writers who share her vision. She’s also a guest writer at Spiritually Awkward Magazine under the name “Ena Henry” and runs a personal blog called Superlative Deviation . Her author site can be found at The Whiteraven Net .
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