Traveler’s End Ballad

By Willow Kang

Even after starlight no longer reflects in

the eyes of my countrymen, I could not

forget, about you, sun that has dwindled

into a wanton sparkler 

The Kings promised a world of novelty

of suns that pierce the velvet night &

butterflies that burst forth even from

mud. You could have lived then 

until the skies collapsed & the gods took

their revenge. I drank the vial of

ambrosia & nectar to wander the old

world alone, over countless ruins, 

not dreaming of seeing 

the sun again, till your descent 

in the storm, to a celestial tavern

You have no blessings left to give 

even to the dead, but I 

will gladly revel in your clear pools under a cursed moon 

My days are yours to dream