[Suzerain of Sheol]

Ah, interior rhyming. Something I know better than to ever attempt. Always impressive to read, at least, when it works.

And, from Stephen Donaldson's Thomas Covenant books (one of the later ones):


My heart has rooms that sigh with dust
And ashes in the hearth.
They must be cleaned and blown away
By daylight's breath.
But I cannot essay the task,
For even dust to me is dear;
For dust and ashes still recall,
My love was here

I know not how to say Farewell,
When Farewell is the word
That stays alone for me to say
Or will be heard.
But I cannot speak out that word
Or ever let my loved one go
How can I bear it that these rooms
Are empty so?

"I sit among the dust and hope
That dust will cover me.
I stir the ashes in the hearth,
Though cold they be.
I cannot bear to close the door,
To seal my loneliness away
While dust and ashes yet remain
Of my love's day.

I seem to be attracted to the word "dust".

Oh, and I will read it, I just want to own it. I hate reading on my computer screen (which is at odds with how much time I spend in front of it, but there you have it.)