Orpheus

• by =the-upward-glance

This meteoric and wretched Fall of mine,
far beyond measure of distance or of time,
hath left me no comfort but the cold,
and my skin—that once resembled ivory most fair—
swathed in contumelious singe.
Prematurely entombed into Kingdom of Abyss,
laying twisted, woeful, and maimed,
I call with voice straining in vain
to gain a long-lost cadence.

Lo! what prize such lowly efforts find,
as I am blinded by brilliance without bound.
The saturnine clouds in which my mind had drowned
part like seas before Anointed Prophet who only raised his hand.
What perfectionate being of magnificent Creation
could so effortlessly penetrate Tartarus most foul?
A starburst of completest spectrum washed over
every corner and every shore, healing wounds
once thought to be without cure or soothing.

Woven through his golden tresses were the seams of Heaven;
and no sculptural depiction of antiquity
could match his countenance or physique.
I felt at once my hardened heart tenderly unfurl,
for nothing more benevolent had I ever seen.
A loving smile did grace his lips,
his eyes shone seraphically—alive
like aquamarine aflame:
pure beauty personified in physiognomy and mien.

He descended upon rays of light, in a swirl of diaphanous robes,
banishing both frigidity and darkness enshrined.
Around my trembling and inglorious form
he wrapped his pinions and his ams,
offering friendship and guidance divine.
Then I gazed awestruck upon his outstretched hand,
tears overcoming my downcast, unworthy face.
All the nights I had spent alone, I dreamt vividly
of salvation, never believing it could be real.

With a firm and amorous grasp, he pulled me off my knees,
and we took to the firmamental and unremitting heights.
As we soared upon the air, of his life he told me,
vouchsafing in full trust and conviviality.
He belonged body and soul to a Dark King,
for whose Siberian fangs he would lovelily bleed.
But, he had another, a Fair and Faithful Prince;
so he could find shelter in the Crimean plains.
This was his life: Russia's dual paradise.

Of the dark, primeval wilderness he knew very well,
secretly confessing twas in their clutch he longed to dwell.
O! yet his honeyed heart betrayed such lust and greed,
leading him to rolling fields and skies crystalline.
Thus, he was unruly torn between lashes of whip and soft caress.
He told me there he was adored, and that if I so desired
I could find my place, with submission and with guile.
To this advisement I smiled with truest of glee,
as I was sole made to bend and to please.