Elegiac night
Don't be afraid of an obsidian sky, Heed to its woeful moan, And when the starry bright comes by, In murky night they shone, Heart engulfed by mourning clouds, The moon always in shrouds, Yet the dawn will be brought anew, All covered in morning dew. And fear not my obsidian night, ‘Tis but a phase each soul pass, A whisper from heaven’s height, Has summoned me sooner alas! Yet we will find our eternal light, Once you pass your obsidian night.

—Casia Vae

Shades Of Forgiveness

What haughty Delusion; this dream To be your angel, collapsed into A nightmare of miserable failure — Into, still, these shadows; dancing demonic Phantasmagoria,

Their umbral blades, and strangling tendrils, Swindling the oxygen out of my lungs, until I either choke, or expectorate the truth I am

Unforgiven.

You? You've long lost every need to retain Any memory of me, therefore every reason; Every incentive for Forgiveness.

The shades are mine; my soul's vindication.

I cannot forget myself. I cannot forgive myself.

--- 24-4-2026, M.A. Tempels ©