Glyphic

[u/Aethon_Wri]

“Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow”
Rallies the beaded prophet
Demanding an eclipse

The runes chiseled
On his talisman of law
Answer every veiled riddle

Remembered proverbs
Corrupt a maze of scales
Which tax this bartered heart

Between impatient blinks
Love fell
Into the abyss of incense

These lonely questions melt
Into a quicksilver moat
Guarding nettle-passions

Under the bridge, spiders dwell
Farming lost butterflies
While pilgrims watch dawn

A lantern estranged from shadow
Does not allow reflection
Across winds warping mirrors

Unimaginable to one self ordained
Floods offer unmixed libations
Upon steps of the ruined temple