Total Eclipse Of The Heart {Poem}

[abyssal_sylph]

A poem about radihollow, specifically one where Radiance sings of stories.
[for the prompt "locked"]


There on the mountains, I sang, were my people.
Their bodies huddled up, wind & sand no bother.
Sunlight and soft heat was what they asked for
I provided for the few remaining.
For new loyalty or fear or opportunism,
they left me, drip dropping into the wyrm’s maw

There in the caves, I sang, were their young.
Largest they’d ever be, their elders scrambling
why they no longer spoke of me, of the sun.
One moment a runt sheds her childhood &
keeps looking for me. No matter the plague,
looking if one day I’d have a good why.

There in the tombs, I sang, were every grave.
Filling up like stuffing as the bodies came
because shining beggar couldn’t allow
any worship he’d deemed profane.
Blasphemy, is what my people were,
still burying their neighbours, each other.

Here in this temple, you & I are chained together.
Both jailer and prison, layer upon layer, we see
the world turning to ruin, a cautionary myth.
You stare at the wall, focusing on my voice
& simply ask “may I hear another story?”