Only the Golden Dark: Sammath Naur

- jan-u-wine


If I should will it,

the red of his blood
would boil

inside his veins,

paint these heated walls,

add its small current to the river
hungering below.

If

I should will it,
   
I might take his mind,

still forever
the remnant of him

foolishly enduring. 

Oh,

but I……

I

 am a creature of light,
a being of………certain

mercies,

certain justices.

I shall treat with him in mercy,
in justice.

He shall not die.

The fragile tremble of his heart,
the small force of his thoughts
will continue.

For now,
there is a World to consider,
     
dread punishment to be paid out;
long-delayed order to be brought.


In many an Age after this day
we shall speak,

he and I,

upon the circumstances
of his failure.

And in the absence of all light
shall he perceive the rage of  my laughter,
 
and in undying grief
desire

only
the golden

dark.