The Guide: Poetry

Her splattered past lies wrecked
on the rocks of dishonest edicts
enchanted by their own longevity

She emerged unscathed,
having fought the carrion motion of Shadows
that dwell in eviscerated Mysteries

Now She dines with elegant worries
over the rare delicacies of Sentiment
here at Melancholy's banquet,

A ghost of sobering nights,
 She knows Silence as a perfection unobstructed,
obliterating the morose chambers of Memory

So Her little predictions now  
illuminate the misconstrued currents
for all those who journey behind Her.

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