tagNon-Erotic PoetryBurning Pyres

Burning Pyres


The darkest night
draws them out
near the burning ghats
smell of flesh
the dance starts

she is Him       he is Her

Their shadows play
against the pyres
of the brave
in amongst the battlefield
littered with carcasses
driven by their minds

Wracked together
as T/they reach higher
Ever to the Burning Sun

is the Raven
to fly Them away
A dip of its wing
takes the eagle away
and she
a dot
in the
gloaming sky

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