Before The Last Breath

By Angel Singh

Beneath me the erased resteth still,

Mortal's fragments scattered wide.

Heart's wine flows like a crimson channel,

Soul's hunger taints the atmosphere.

Yearned was I solely in times of crusade,

Thereafter, gone was my echo.

Menfolk's appetite is a distant Earendel,

Drifting within was my course.

So diminished was my ignition,

I myself couldn't perceive it.

In the vast abyss of cosmic dance,

Rhythm was beyond comprehension.

Darling, thy querencia emerges in wave,

Within this breath, I am drowning.

I gaze upon thee in the diarkeia,

With Eirene, I yield my breath.

By Angel Singh