Obsidian
Here the dark hangs like ancient tapestries
The dank rot of old woven wishes
Fill nostrils with a stench of onyx air
Mortar seeps like tar from barren stone
Jagged black teeth to scar the granite
A throne room for the evil deeds
The boney and broken lay about
Muslin wrapped choices in wake
We celebrate the tragic sins in faith
Charred ghosts build a personal pyre
Ashen remnants of our unspoken truth
Yet the ringing cold is never beheaded
The silence shouts to the sticky floor
Where blood and soil feed twisted roots
Wrapped in beaded rosaries and lies
Curse the light with demonic hymn
Kiss the Stygian heat so well-earned
Suffer petulance more than prayer
Here the long years dance devilish
Soul crucified in exquisite ebony pain
And death is seen as caliginous freedom
commonsensiblyspeaking 
Completely off topic, but I started a Science Fiction Story a couple of years ago, and it had a planted named Obsidian. I have been thinking of going back to it (after I finish my current WIP) but I needed a break from it because I was losing interest.
It is good to take a break and return to things with fresh eyes. And you are fully permitted to be “off topic” anytime you want here! 😁 Wishing you and the hubby the best in these trying times!
Thank you!. Sending you well wishes as well, my friend!
that was dark! I also was quite busy with online dictionaries for this one: obsidian, caliginous, and Stygian! I’m not sure I’ll be using those words anytime soon, but it’s always fun to learn a new word or two. By the way, how are you managing with the virus?
Yeah, Jim, a little change of pace for the gray matter. Unfortunately, the current conditions have left me a little less full of sunshine and I am struggling to write anything upbeat or happy. Luckily, I have some work waiting in the wings. I have written some editorial stuff, but it doesn’t seem like a good fit in a blog that has morphed so deeply rooted in poetry. I am managing the virus by staying home, but after a couple days of that, I took the chance today to visit with some friends and insure they are well. That helped a bit with my mood. I don’t feel bad about the vocabulary, especially considering only one of us has letters behind his name 😁
Excellent metaphors and imagery, Brad. It’s not pink but it is excellent poetry.
take care of you,
G.
Thank you, dear friend!
Dark and beautiful! Sublime in imagery and the precise word to fully create the picture! Brad this is one of your best and that is saying a lot! Loved its gothic atmosphere and surreal meanderings. Great writing my friend!
Thank you, Francisco!
My pleasure Brad