My spells into an amber glass
I pour as winter brings the cold,
On starless nights gray cloud heads pass
Above my onion dome of gold,
While I the key to magics hold.
Too quickly summer did forsake
These angry hills, my castle’s walls
Hard by the deep and frozen lake,
At dawn my vanished lover calls
Once more my heart to pierce and break.
As winter shrouds the warming sun
I conjure spells, a magic jewel
Whose touch can bring oblivion,
Purloined from a mendacious ghoul,
Marked in The Key of Solomon!
I seem a ship bound for a reef
In storms gigantic and profane.
I hold my sorrows now in fief
Like wheat before a hurricane,
A storm of black stupendous grief.
My spells into an amber glass
I pour as winter storms without,
My heart is like to polished brass
Within my high walled gray redoubt,
And pray that this… this, too, may pass!
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Submission Name: The Amber Glass
