Good afternoon, everyone. You have died. You stand here, like those heroes of old, on the banks of that sacred river Lethe. Your ascent to the heavenly realms of Paradiso now secured, you step carefully into the dark and starkly opaque water. Your sins, desires and memories washed away in sacred bliss. As a child again, you are innocent, no longer condemned, but redeemed. Welcome to the rest of forever. Without further ado…
Settling Debts
Haunting orbs
drift across the water.
They come towards me,
stealing away my light.
I am fading.
I flash and flicker;
I am the torch over which your fingers
quickly pass.
The specters
take my flame.
They wear it
and make themselves whole.
I am as the hearth
in that certain dearth
that follows November.
Swept away,
is all my heat.
Through the mist
is seen defeat.
I know why they’ve come:
The debt of one infernal sum.
I cannot pay,
I’m ashamed to say.
This will make their day.