by Ex Libris Regina

Volcanic dense, though lava cooled, 
Carved Phoenix rising to the sky, 
To penetrate a pale, blue pool, 
A morning call to Night's demise.

Shine forth, ye peaked, ebony jewel, 
Reveal within the sun's first rays, 
A standing power's highest view 
And witness to a million days. 

An ancient tower, black on blue, 
Erected by a thousand slaves 
From distant quarries forth they drew– 
Obsidian–its glassy face—the vanity of gods embrue. 

As chaos, ever creeping darkness looms, 
Be light and wise among the ruins. 

by R. Saint Claire



6 Comments to “Obsidian”

  1. A very good post. Thanks for sharing!

  2. lovely poem. I am drawn to obsidian, my favorite stone, volcanic glass. Thanks for posting it here. With your permission I would like to re-blog this poem on my own blog. 🙂

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