"Beauty is truth,
truth beauty,
that is all Ye know on Earth,
that is all Ye need to know..." - John Keats

Thursday, 3 March 2011

Alchemical Ritual...

Master's alchemy, and mistress' spirited speech.
Upon the altar, a sacrificial lamb,
metal, fire and unending greed...
Blood spurting into shadowy scripts,
illuminated by watery puddle of blue light.

Cloaks are stained and torn, after the hateful tug;
A single glistening sheet of platinum,
turns crimson an instant hence...
All eyes curve, some in horror,
some in awe,some else as well, in ambition.

And suddenly altar's crimson puddle is struck,
a thunder of blinding light, burns
smoke, white as an ocean of milk...
Traces thence, even of ashes are lost,
in the fateful alchemical ritual.

After all, final truth is what was sought...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju


The Silhouette said...

Hey, Hi
Sorry for the late comment...Well, an alchemical ritual...hmmm, interesting.
i donno why, but i find it hard to digest that its such a simple post...as in, the writer in me is striving to find the undercurrent and the reader in me wants to believe it as a simple poem...
quite interesting. liked a few verses...the eyes turning one was good...

The Silhouette...

Anonymous said...

Aye, no mayer how and where e each search or walk, we will always seek. Well said!

kenny said...

Arghh, hiss and sparks, the end of the world in a dungeon cave, the last of the sorcerers surround!

Great poem, full of image and sound. Loved it.

Jingle said...

keep searching..

lovely word floe. best wishes for you.