Darkness engulfed her as out snuffed hope’s light.
Its cold, vampiric bite drained her, but hold
to her beloved she did, hoping might
would triumph as she pulled, strained against old
evils recreated in a swirling cloud
of thought and terrible hunger, spinning
itself into a facsimile bowed
not by distance. It’s spinning off, twining
bits of itself around her wrist; each touch
awakens memory, gives it more clues
to break her beloved’s defenses; such
is her lot, she who can teleport to
anywhere can’t shield her mind from its probes.
In cups of nostalgia its theft is robed.
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From that cup she’s sipping, spilling mem’ries
as they rise and overflow that teacup
of nostalgia with better days; time flies
backwards and she’s losing her grip as up
and down switch; she’s that girl again, all frilled
and flounced, pearled and thinking only flowers
and hearts as she sips life’s cup, promise-filled,
in those days of tea and courtship flowers.
When e’erything was beautiful and nothing
hurt–except maybe the electric green
she’d painted her bedroom walls; quite the thing
to piss off parents of any age, queen
or no, not that she was so; yet perhaps
she’s queen of her mind–throw out that madcap.
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That burbling voice in her head, maelstrom’s
doing no doubt to distract with visions
of a time passed, laying a few angstrom
from her heart, never farther; the visions
don’t fade as she grips her beloved tight,
pulls with all her strength; the girl she was laughs
at the Anonymous woman she sights.
A lit match to mem’ry’s candle that laugh–
reminding that she has power too, not mind
gift but translocation–a way to shift
from here to anywhere ‘fore this unkind
place sucks her magic dry; seeking a rift
she finds one secreted there and she tears
it with mind and magic–driven by fear.
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She cared not where they ended up so long
as it wasn’t here; the Gray Between decay
and life shuddered as its fabric ripped, wrong
side down; screams of suicides begged her stay
but Anonymous woman dragged her love
into a black slit that dropped them like stones
plummeting into chill water; above
darkness reigns as the rift sealed; swim for stone,
drag her sweetheart into a melee’s heart.
No maelstrom here, just ranks of the Undeem.
A man, guardian blade in hand, Undeem
ringed round, two fair folk and a babe, whose part
is yet unknown. What’s going on here?
What mad caper has she stumbled on here?
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