Strongholds Amidst Chaos
The suns I gazed at lie beyond
the awful voids the horror spawned
across your oceans of ordeal,
across creations more than real.
As nibbling madness drills new holes
in dying skulls like pests in scrolls,
it obfuscates what used to be
as obvious as a dream-gate key.
I smoothly sailed a sea of words,
though obstinate to reach these worlds,
my keel surrounded on all sides
by silverfish that plowed the tides.
A pallid mist surrounded me;
your flame from there I couldn't see,
that fire I never ceased to brood,
an ember in my chest, dark-hued.
Lost echoes reached my bookish ship,
the scaly leather of its hull.
A hurricane, a verbal rip,
woke me from thoughtful drift and lull.
Faint ripples turned to raging swells.
The glimpses caught on yonder shores
of feral shades that let out yells
felt odious on that land of yours.
On black and glassy soils I moored.
Outlandish, specular: the spot
was ancient, like my own obscured
and literal desert left to rot.
Dispelling shades of howling fear,
climbing ambagiously the stairs
to your abode, I found you, near
the cradle of our dreamy heirs..
Romain P.-A. Delpeuch was born and bred in southwest France, where he still lives. His poetry and short fiction appear, or are forthcoming, in New English Review, Terror House Magazine and The Ekphrastic Review. You can follow him on twitter.