Lost in a whirlwind
Spinning in the dark
Dante’s foretelling
Of the lover’s mark
Specter hands at finger’s reach,
Whisk and waver ‘round the soul
Darkness is all you have to hold
An empty void of love untold
Dante’s death was foretold by a dishevelled woman. Spector, the dark angel, just waited for the death, dancing around his soul. All that is left for him is the darkness. I’m not sure who this lover is, I might have the wrong story here.
I really liked your poem and style, I think it made me think of my own; I got the feeling of being lost in darkness, and somewhere spector waiting for me, quite scary.
Submission Name: Restless winds
