Ambrosia

Nostalgia walks draped in shadow

Cloaked in vespers of the night

Keeping an evanescent manifesto

And wielding blade of sharpest bite

 

A heart of curs-ed mystery

Memories’ sorrow haunting

Fate upholds it history

And love finds its hope daunting

 

Lightening flashed the sands of time

Into tiny clean glass sharps

We are the briefest flutter by

Mortality should not be so hard

 

Wishing to live forever

Vicarious thriving found

Forbidden hunger severs

When victim’s final whimper sounds

Moving as a hill of stone

Time trudges just the same

For those who suffer tears and groan

While Gabriel plays his chess game

 

Nostalgia keeps the wanting

Death comes winking his eye

Ambrosia grants the daunting

Wings of a butterfly