Nine Times Nine Times Nine by SomethingOnceSacred, literature
Literature
Nine Times Nine Times Nine
Pretty boy,
With golden eyes,
Keeps fallen stars
And beautiful words
Inside of glass bottles.
He hangs these
Lost eternities,
Unmade wishes,
From the ceiling, on
Ropes
Twisted into nooses.
A menagerie
Of tears
Made from silver and gold,
Joy and sorrow,
Crowd littered corners in their jars,
Gathering merciful dusts.
Black cat takes a photograph
Of another life to live,
Crossing the paths of
Mortals,
Adding their years to his collection.
Pretty boy,
With golden eyes,
Sleeps near his treasures
In shadowed,
High places,
Protecting his stolen ages.
Decades pass
In his ninety-nine
Generations;
He grows younger
And wis