The House of Dusk

I returned to the place
Where I carved your name
In the husk of eternity,
And buried the last song
Of my longing
Beneath drowning sands.

It sank tenderly
With a mournful breath,
The lusty waves
Overtook my burnt letters.

Final engraving
Of my lost pearl,
You were the prize
Of the fisherman’s pride.

Setting sun, slowly dying
Your ultimate sigh
Was a blood-red victory,
And your cruel lips
The burial ground
Of my kisses.

Beneath the water Hope sank
Her head, fiercely stubborn
Serenaded by the foam.

She left us slowly
Drinking her humiliation,
Adorned with a necklace
Of broken seashells
That whispered our fallen dream.

As I watched her go,
She traced the shoreline
Of fainted doves,
Alone in her innocence.

The last rays of light
Hurried to their cemetery of stars
As sinister seagulls followed
To feast on the tainted crumbs
Of Lady Nocturne,
Bearing your memory
To the House of Dusk.