Apophis

Even though defeated nightly, the
serpent revives
each time to threaten the world again.
Desirous of proximity
to a Sun god,
he brings no life
or light—naught but
destruction, sucking
everything, like a
black hole, into undifferentiated chaos.

But the cognoscenti know

He is but wax,
Malleable and quickly consumed.

 

To be published in issue #2 of Ascendency.

 

 
Aubade (The silent oboe) ☜
☞ Descending to the valley

Andy Oram
June 20, 2025

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