Trailing behind you
along the night-deserted highway
above, black sky, sharp stars,
below no sound cracks through
the haunted hours
when all day-creatures
have metamorphed
to silence.
You before me, Orpheus
leading me up the wide entrance
from Hell.
I terrified that this fragile moment will crack
and drop me into the void,
burst to call a warning,
to demand your hand.
But, even a word,
a cry into the silence
could explode the night
and disintegrate us
into myth.
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