spent

spent

the scrying glass,

now knows only

dark.

a blackness,

i find nothing in;

can make no sense of,

any longer.

hope,

used to swirl like a vision,

delicate,

but sure of heart.

tugged from the blackness,

with poetry, wishes

and clawing fingertips.

i spent so much magic

on you.

frightened,

i went willingly overdrawn.

even knowing at the time,

i’d end up

bankrupt.

you’ve left me.

left me,

an endless debt,

that no amount of blackness

can ever repay.

there’s not even enough magic

to get me through.

not enough,

to pull me from the blackness,

where i cower,

from an end

that stalks the horizon.

arriving,

with a determination

i cannot endure.