Duende Deluge

Call from the chasm, black heart of night
Walk backwards into deepness, reaching
Yearning shadows paint the
Dance of darkness

Candle of creation, bloomed bone black
Clear, clean, candent
Dredged from darkness
Sudden flaming fretted fire

Up from the depths in breath suspended
Throbbing beyond the beat of blood
Powerful pounding sable shadows
Spellbound, strong and spinning

Engulfing the Muse that holds my heart
Drowning the Angel that keeps my lips
A deluge of darkness ignites my soul
Seething with splinters of stars

Pitch-black lightening
Silver and sweet
Sings up through my body
From the soles of my feet


©Edwina Peterson Cross