Daughter of the Ebon Flame- Eric Syrdal

Sir Eric is da bomb.

Whisper and the Roar

Daughter of the Ebon Flame ES

in the beginning
there was dark
the only sound
was the thrumming
of the blood in my ears
a primordial rhythm
a fanfare and funeral march
announcing my mortal birth
and my immortal death
as the atoms of star dust aligned
and the seeds of love were sown
into the furrows of striated muscle
my armor was forged in the kiln of my soul
by a dark fire
by Her
clement hands
and She lives there still

this
Daughter of the Ebon Flame

She is
a fragment of creation
powerful
the first time my heart loved
and I feel
Her gravity
every single day


Eric Syrdal is an independent poet/author. He’s an avid gamer and Sci-Fi enthusiast. He enjoys reading science fiction and fantasy literature and spends a great deal of his writing time focused in those genres. He is from New Orleans, Louisiana, where he lives with wife and…

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