In the dusk demesnes of night
- Noémie Valcauda
- Dec 21, 2022
- 1 min read

Saw your true face in the dusk demesnes of night
Like a wolf coming out from the woods
Enlightening all shadows and old sins
Stars came out around your soft skin
And I heard the beat of the bloody-minded soul
Crying out for the fallen fragile wings
An army of tanks bursting from your trunk
But there’s no saint in your evil’s mind
Rage, misery, all lonely, weak and blind
I started to see you in motion but there’s no escape
I whispered all your names : Déimos, Eros, Ouranos
Oh where do you want to go now but nowhere?
Regrets hate fast-track ends and sail in silence
While an harmony was playing insane in my brain
For what I felt, compulsive chemistry, violence in beauty
Heaving with all the deafening yet erotic exaltation
Shame was almost palpable in your bind hands
A handful of hopeful words came out from your mouth
“Come back to me, baby, come back to me”
Letters imprisoned in a bondage of poetry, salvage
Felt like poison was lapping my heartless body, no gag
Slammed the exit door, a cool breeze gently on my skin
Heaven’s rays all over the street, the only dream to believe in
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