chimera

April 2020
The sky looked unusually dark.
It might have been my weak eyesight but there it was...
She was the one with blackened plume,
Who held my mind, whose eyes consumed.
An abomination with the devilkin on her tergum,
Clothed breast on the episternum.
Vermiculur hair radiated a lumbery mist,
Tail entailed the decapitated head of Apophis.
And her trembling mouth expelled fume.
Wizened skin mimicked the gridelin skies of gloom.
A sudden burst of obscurity and my eyes brimmed with disma.
I woke up in the arms of Bythusk facing transmontane vista.
Beyond the Pandyssian cliffs,
Now sits the creature aground with underbody wry.
Wingspread and chest angulated high,
Her vehement screams splits the second sky.
Bythusk, his soft, black pelage making me slumbery -
As I hear the desolate shrieks as well.
I am nothing, and I am nobody.
In the arms of my beloved child -
Let me inconsequently dwell.