Hexebart’s Well: The Kim Wilkins Fansite Archive

(Cut by Kim from The Resurrectionists, this poem was ostensibly penned by Virgil)

Sonnet: Oblivion

The night I saw the Pole Star fall, I thought
Of ballerinas, loops and graceful arcs
Darkly dropping into unknown seas,
Awash upon the boards of lonely barques.
My dreams were filled with seeking out its light,
The cooling fire which makes my troubles ease,
Its balm of knowledge, ancient and arcane,
That all my ever-questions might appease.
But in my search I found no waters clean,
Or angles bright of stars across the miles,
No -- only murky depths of weeded swamps,
Inhabited by loathsome crocodiles.
And as all mankind falls before my eyes,
Sepulchral cities from the marshes rise.

VIRGIL MARLEY (1771-1794)

"Living is a gorgeous swamp of colour; death is the absence of everything. And death pre-exists life, not the other way around, so that all our lives are bright, brief parentheses. All else is black."
(From The Infernal)
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"Many people claimed to love me, Holly, for no reason other than that they liked to look at me."
(From Grimoire)
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"From where have I learned this quiet acceptance of horror? Is this how poor people understand the world? That it is a cruel and brutal place from which they may expect nothing but sorrow?"
(From The Resurrectionists)
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"There are words in magic, just as there is magic in words. So be warned."
(From Angel of Ruin / Fallen Angel)
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"Weave, weave, weave and spin, what's the secret, what's the sin?"
(From The Autumn Castle)
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"Love is mighty. Souls, once they touch, always save an imprint of one another. The sun rises and sets on my world and on his."
(From Giants of the Frost)