Iceveldt IV – The Breaking

steampunk_romance_by_deltamike Damien Malinvaud

My memories are standing much too close
as I drift past the scars of cities
nudged out of slumber the scents and sounds and times rise and I fight to keep
them hidden
to keep them behind an iron gate
for the sake of my sanity they are allowed to visit only in dreams
bringing excitement like champagne fizzing in our veins
bringing the scent of flowers
When we conquered the air there was great rejoicing
we thought that victory was our due
that love and warmth and happiness came guaranteed
we thought that time was a friend and that it’s golden thread was spun for our enjoyment
and in our control
Control was the last delusion we were in
we scorched that thread with the dumb viciousness
of a monster who knows nothing but hunger
searching and finding enemies in every direction
when all along the thing we should have feared most
was inside ourselves
hatred? arrogance?
a dark desire for that last step into the abyss?
We will never know
the ancient ones warned us against the waking of a nameless fear
we should have listened…
we should have known
Deep thoughts on so fair a morning
as I sail past

*artwork by delta mike / damien malinvaud*



About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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