For once, then twice, nobody
Ever responds. As if amateur daggers
Conceal themselves in the fog,
Awaiting. Hold your breathe
For nothing, but a ray of sunlight.
Every breeze, grows into crystallized ice,
Can freeze nothing, but your soul.
The rays turn vague, gradually pass
Their burden to the moonlight shade.
A starless night accompanied by
Mermaid’s lullaby. The journey just ends.
Out the cabin, come the fireflies’
Belated greetings. Fruit candies,
Marshmallow castle, rainbow fountain -
Playful laughters echo, echo, and echo.
As if hypnotized by
mesmerizing melody, sleepwalking.
Out the paradise, welcomes the swirly
Black hole. Ravens croak,
Bats mobilize. The misconceived
Sirius, soon clouded over.
Here,
Everything is illusive.
Your senses are no longer
Reliable.
The sparks of light are
Long gone. They are awaiting -
Awaiting the next off-track cabin
To sink.
The Grave of the Fireflies is a free-verse blues poem
that possesses illusive imagery, highlighting the mysterious theme of death. Although
fireflies shines our way in darkness, they are short-lived, just like any other
beautiful creatures. The motif of supernaturalism and paradox
insightfully present the sudden, intense of fear one undergoes when facing
death. Indeed, allusion is another frequent literary technique next
to motif. The Autumn of Terror, like the bloody age when London overwhelmed by
Jack the Ripper, guides the lost souls into a seeming paradise by mermaids,
whose hypnotic melody can easily control lost minds. Sirius, the brightest star
in universe, soon clouded over by ominous creatures – death is not far ahead.
