Black Benediction
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There is a gentle sadness in your gaze. A most alluring pull from the ghost that weeps inside.
It haunts the silence folded in your breath, a tender dance between life and death.
No restless soul could wear such grief with grace, yet heaven left its echoes on your face.
I do not fear the darkness in your soul; I’ve seen the abyss demand its solemn toll.
Each ghost that keeps its vigil by your side, has carved a cathedral of longing in your eyes.
The curse did not consume you all at once; it gathered you in fragments, month by month.
It fed on all the dreams you could not save, and crowned your silence like an open grave.
Now hell is no longer your prison—it became your home, where even nightmares learned to call you known.
The damned would lower down their eyes, before the weight of all your silent lies.
Even darkness knows when to step aside…
Darling, I think you could make the Devil cry.
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The strongest work here is not found in its darkness, but in its control. The portrait and the prose move in conversation, each allowing the other to breathe. When the language trusts its own restraint, it becomes all the more haunting. A beautifully cohesive pairing.
Thank you for this beautiful piece.
I love that beneath all the darkness, the poem is really speaking about endurance.
About someone who walked through the abyss and somehow remained recognisably human on the other side.🫶