Return to Earth

an urgency, a call to return
back down to Earth
after years lost to absolute regency

resurrect the devil's little sister
long had lain rotting
in the crypts of modernity
which comprehends no heart's frailty

we do not live by your being alive
and neither do we die with your death

regaled dreams of absurdity
laced with violence and agents of sleep
stood sentinel the muted and dead woods
in blackwaters and dark thoughts

hearken to golden black days
only us three, so cherished like flowers
blooming only once
to adorn this bleakness of no hope

where the Earth spins to an end
fantastical beasts roam the skies
measured down to the nearest decimal place
becoming lost among the stars

spacecrafts in liveries never seen
coming not with biddings of war
but glad tidings that life on Earth
   is not all there is to it

the black-clad one could still love
despite misfortunes endured
repeated failings to resurface to reality
and continuous attempt to articulate

we do not speak by your only language
and neither do we sleep while you slumber

19th May 2018
#31: Return to Earth