The Love of Kryst ~ Kryst and her ghost lover, Chygon

Things twine and slither in the mist
Chygon can’t see her eyes
Her voice a whisp of whisper

“So sad that the heart must languish
that the wane echo of a ‘might have been’
should thread itself
like a dark chord
through the dark chambers
and infinite vessels of a heart forlorn

How unbearably cold and bitter
the draft. . .
once so cheerfully toasted
now dregs. . .

When one considers how dangerous and insane love can be. . .
perchance it is better that the blinding light of love
drains all thought from the mind. . .
better that love makes us blind
better. . .”

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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