Skid2Bop - United by Disgrace

“We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the full.” (Marcel Proust)

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In shadowed hold where silence sighs,
A wretched wight with weary eyes,
Beneath the bars, bereft of breath,
Dwells bound in dark, a living death.

Words woven well, a whispered weal,
From rune-bound tomes her heart doth steal,
No tender touch, no lover’s lore,
But ken and light forevermore.

’Tween iron bonds and twilight’s grace,
Two souls united by disgrace.
No vow nor will the heart doth chase
But mind and word their woven space.

Her gaze, a ghost of distant lands,
Held fast by fate’s unyielding hands.
No freedom’s song to soothe her soul,
Each book she reads defers the toll.

He stands without, a watcher wight,
A quiet kin in endless night.
Together bound in wisdom’s thread,
Though none may speak what lies unsaid.

’Tween iron bonds and twilight’s grace,
Two souls united by disgrace.
No vow nor will the heart doth chase
But mind and word their woven space.

The days do drag, the darkness deep,
Her silent sorrow’s secrets keep.
No hand will lift the cell’s refrain,
Yet still she dwells in word’s domain.

No lover’s song, nor passion’s flame,
Yet tethered tight, they speak no name.
A bond of breathless, broken trust,
That lingers long in mortal dust.

’Tween iron bonds and twilight’s grace,
Two souls united by disgrace.
No vow nor will the heart doth chase
But mind and word their woven space.

When dusk devours her written name,
Some ember deep will still proclaim.
A thread of thought the void suspends,
Of tethered minds that met, and end.