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All the Dread
Norbert Góra

This is the picture of the end,
explosion of a star(mother and father),
but with a new beginning
neutrinos fanned out
something more than
just a planet-forming dust,
the exudation of an extinct
celestial body,
poisoned by anxiety,
coalesced into a swarm
in front of the majesty of space
to pour in all the dread
of the black vastness,
it will immerse itself
in the future bodies
at the same level as the genes.

You never knew that
the stars were already afraid
of the agony of finality,
now you realize
that eons have waited obediently
alongside fright,
born with the Big Bang.

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Icarus

Dear 13,
In the quiet corridors of my memory you stand,
Guarding me from any harm that my way,
Yet, through your eyes I glimpse a universe where your innocence was stripped from you,
An act that made you my silent guardian that lingers in the shadows watching over me every night I fall asleep.

Through your tears I see the all the tapestry woven from storms you endure alone,
A battlefield, etched from nightmares you never asked to endure,
Yet, here you are bearing all their sins they have done.

Cry for you in sonnets,
My voice echoes through the oblivion for you,
Each tear is a unsung grief,
Yet, here you are with a smile,
Urging me to surrender these hefty chains of my past,
For you yearn for me to know peace once again.

Know this O’cherished friend of mine,
I have journeyed far,
I’ve found my own sanctuary through the path you bled on,
So you can finally rest my dear friend,
And in this final farewell,
I pen my ode to your valor and grace,
For you have taught me to love deeply,
Yet, to also stand tall against those who invade this peace of mine.

Thank you beloved 13,
You bore all this darkness I couldn’t face,
Just so I can know peace in this ravenous and ruthless world of ours.

So rest now,
Lay your weary soul upon the celestial clouds,
And fret no more of my safety,
Your time is done,
Now rest and find your own peace from all of this.

Lilith
Leala Daigle

The Midnight Selene
Angel of the Night

To some a Vampire Queen,
Princess of Dragon Lore
And Faerie tales and Nymphs,

At her struckest moment knew she
Was nothing but a sacrifice
A lamb gone astray
Princess of Azazel

Fauna leaping bounds among herself made
of dirt and fire

Kicking dirt as she ran

Abel struck so badly by his brother,

As Enoch watched his soul go to Heaven.

She fled the wrath of her husband.

Isaac mounted on top of a stone hedge ready
to be the sacrificial lamb. Abraham bounding
him.

Lilith runs to the shoreline of the Red Sea her
feet are swollen her face is ruddy her thick
bright wavy red hair is frayed and torn across
her face like a crown of shame. Some say
that Jesus had basil in his crown of thorns.

Like Lilith he screamed.

Job just had his last wife murdered by
Samael and he tells Samael he still believes
in God.

Remember what the Lord said to thee.

‘Release your strongest ram at the wolf’

So God released Lilith to Samael as a
sacrifice.
Knowing the Devil was hard to please.
Knowing clearly that he’d fall in love with
Her
And steal her soul.

As he did as Pan with all of his beautiful
Nymphs.

But love soon grew to be horns and Lilith
pregnant with Knowledge

Of life outside of Eden.

Remember then the cow that was sacrificed
to the T-Rex in Jurassic Park?

Or the Jewish Holiday of Yom Kippur?

Azazel, Azazel you call her name.
She’s the one who tames Azazel.
As knowledge could find no home
Amongst the children of man.
So she found her home in his arms.

She says,
‘Say my name, and I’ll show you you are a God’
Job wasn’t kidding,
There’s Angels at play
I’m just one of the ones that
Only at night comes to stay.
So say your prayers each day.
For you don’t know which night

Will be your last.
She saith love whom you love dearly
And love yourself too.

With this love peace shall brew.