Roaring

Originally posted on January 8th 2020.

What a decade,

Heartbreak and ecstasy,

Reflections upon a crack’d mirror echoing moth-bitten dreams.

Oh! To have discovered a death drop of lows,

Unspeakable darks and passionate depths.

Who would I be today?

Less an angel, of music, words, and seduction?

All these guardians, demons or no,

Statuesque like saints bearing down,

Beneath them,

My shattered soul,

Fragmented into a coven of voices.

New decade,

Broken but steadfast,

The year of the Phoenix,

And I shall rise,

Demonic but radiant.

Here, the dawn of the twenties,

The roaring twenties,

And I shall roar.