WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

A TRANCE DESCENDS
Eyes, shuttered portals, barely a gleam,
My spirit, a husk, in shadowed recess dreams.
Heart's cadence falters, emotions congeal,
A trance descends, a phantom, darkly real.
This rare, chimeric love, a haunting snare,
My virtue, a torrent, of desolate air.
My true essence, a mirror of fractured pride,
The past, a ruin, where lost reasons hide.
Melancholy's tendrils, a suffocating shroud,
My thoughts, a labyrinth, where shadows crowd.
My path, a divergence, from your luminous grace,
All sorrow, a wound, in this desolate place.
Do not restrain me, let me fade from sight,
Beyond the borders, into endless night.
Let me surrender, in your chilling embrace,
This dark renewal, in love's desolate space.
Insanity's chill, no solace, no reprieve,
This moment, a shroud, where shadows weave.
Let us entwine, where pain's cold dew descends,
On altars of sorrow, where love's light ends.
Love, a solitary echo, in despair's abyss,
My flesh, a vessel, for your ethereal kiss.
We walk, reborn, in this desolate domain,
A sepulchre of affection, a cradle remains.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI