Oblivion— And the Tiamat [Sonnet of the Tiamat]

Dennis L. Siluk

Her mouth sunken with undying black blood—
       The same, King Belphegor in Hell sips.
       Silent—at night—about the halls of Sheol,
Unnoticed, she walks dribbling the cursed blood;
The Tiamat has found her pacing-place, divine
       Where she sneers in jest, at Belphegor's whims.
       O Hades and your relentless cryptic sides!
The fallen demigod has mockery eyes!

Ah! I hear her echoes from walls of stone
   From pre-history—, to dawn's eternal—.
       She bellows—from Arch kingdoms, far below.
As I stand here in wonderment and stare
   A sad gaze; who feels his soul eternal
       I hear her blind echoes, echoes, echoes… !

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