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Chapter 1
The Altar of Broken Words
The Spent Candle
The flame bit into the wax until it touched the iron, and love left its shadow upon the table. It burned without witnesses, save for an unmoving raven drawn on the glass by the night. Each drop descended like a broken oath, slow, pale, irrevocable.
Your name trembled in the wick, sweet poison between the teeth of smoke. I tried to save it with my hands, but light knows no mercy. The clock, stopped beside the ash, kept our final hour forever.
When the flame died without a sound, darkness did not come: it was already within. And I understood that losing you was to keep you in another form, as a gravestone keeps the silence after everyone has gone.
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The Broken Altar
The words remained upon the altar, pale as bones beneath the fog. I spoke them one by one, and each syllable fell without a grave. There were promises with waxen lips, oaths covered in dust.
Your absence tilted the candelabra; silver turned to shadow, marble learned my name with the patience of an ancient wound. No raven descended to gather me, no bell broke the night.
Only smoke traced your face and unmade it before I could touch it. Then I kissed the ash, not out of hope, but to know what our voice’s ending tasted like.
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The Veiled Mirror
The mirror sleeps beneath a veil, like a corpse that still remembers its face. I draw it aside: behind the cloth the fog preserves your features. It is not you, but the wound of having loved you.
My eyes search for a sign, a lost glimmer in the glass, but find only shadows knotted in the throat. The frame creaks; the night listens. Even the dust seems to speak your name.
Breaking it would be simple. Harder is accepting that every fragment would return a different version of my grief. So I cover it again: some reflections outlive the body.
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Ash of Words
The words burned without flame, clenched between my fingers. First they were white, then gray, finally nothing that could be called a promise.
The air carried them toward the window, but none found a way out. They circled over the floor like wingless insects, like letters never written to a sealed mouth.
I tried to gather them carefully, give them another shape, another fate. The ash clung to my palms and drew two dark lines. Since then, whenever I fall silent, the house speaks your loss.
End of chapter one. 5 more chapters and about 5,943 words in the full book.
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What's inside: 6 chapters
- 1. The Altar of Broken Words
- 2. The Devotion of Shadows
- 3. Specters in the Thalamus
- 4. Crypts of Heartbreak
- 5. Ashes Beneath the Moon
- 6. The Last Candle
About this book
"Verses of Ash and Obsidian" is a poetry collection book by Kelazbiel with 6 chapters and approximately 5,943 words. Gothic poems about dark love, loss, grief, and melancholy.
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Gothic poems about dark love, loss, grief, and melancholy
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The book contains 6 chapters and approximately 5,943 words. Topics covered include The Altar of Broken Words, The Devotion of Shadows, Specters in the Thalamus, Crypts of Heartbreak, and more.
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