A minuet of a cadence slow creeping
with a silence holding its breath
A hundred years sleeping, borrowing
face on a clock dusting myself
And two buttons of obsidian ink
ticking my forgotten.
Ticking my forgotten minuet of fate
three spiders weaving
From pale moonlight threads
a cloak for all eternity
Echoing of an ancient spell
mingling with shadows of the past
Humming a chorus out of tune
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A Minuet of A Cadence – with Sappho (Elke)
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Phenomenally penned, Adagio & Elke. Excellent collaboration you two. Appreciate you both.
Damian
Thank you, Damian.