Tales of the Abyss

By Melissa Davilio

Tales of the Abyss is a collection of dark poetry and prose touching upon the themes of life, death, love, loss, pain, sorrow, grief, solace, comfort, peace, tranquility, darkness, light, bliss, recovery, and spirituality. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Follow me, into the starlight, and through the primordial mist, as we journey into the depths of the abyss… who knows what we’ll find lurking within the darkness, or the shadows, or the silence. There are so many feelings that reside within the darkest recesses of the human heart, so many thoughts that call the labyrinthine mind of mankind their home, so many sounds that can only be heard from within the emptiness of the abyss. ~ tales of sorrow ~ tales of grief ~ tales of valor ~ tales of belief ~ tales of strength ~ tales of relief ~ tales of pain ~ tales of rage ~ tales of love ~ tales of hate ~ tales of destiny ~ tales of fate ~ and ever so much more to be explored ~

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Mar 21, 2025
• ISBN: 9781300438595

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Prologue

Follow me, into the starlight, and through the primordial mist, as we journey into the depths of the abyss… who knows what we’ll find lurking within the darkness, or the shadows, or the silence.

There are so many feelings that reside within the darkest recesses of the human heart, so many thoughts that call the labyrinthine mind of mankind their home, so many sounds that can only be heard from within the emptiness of the abyss.

~ tales of sorrow ~ tales of grief ~ tales of valor ~ tales of belief ~ tales of strength ~ tales of relief ~ tales of pain ~ tales of rage ~ tales of love ~ tales of hate ~ tales of destiny ~ tales of fate ~ and ever so much more to be explored ~

Is it bliss we will find? Or the freedoms of thought and expression combined? Will the threat of terror be undermined within the confines of the undefined and the unknown? Will the seeds of understanding finally be sown?

No one knows what will be found, I suppose, yet herein, between these covers, we will discover, but a few of the infinite possibilities, as written within these previously untold

Tales of the Abyss

The Endless Garden

There is a garden so divine,

visitation requires a reservation

via a handwritten invitation

to gaze upon the magnificence

of the trellises upon which

verdant vines interwoven and interlaced

entwine as the higher they climb

where their delicate fragrance is featured

in a display of grace and elegance

near the paint chipping wrought iron gate

that marks the single entryway

through which so many have been denied.

If you ever are so inclined I hereby invite you

to partake in the bountiful beauty

of this most secret and sacred space

to glimpse the final resting place

of the sparrows that go there to die

in a flurry of exquisite eloquence

that is impossible for me to define

downy feathers fluttering in the breeze

blowing gently ever so pleasantly incessantly

to watch as a willow tree begins to sway

its wispy tendrils outstretched to embrace

the sparrows with the sweetest singing voices

any human has ever experienced

emanating from within its boughs

their final dainty lullabies impossible to replace

when their skeletons become bone fragment

embellishments within the moss bed

tucked beneath the umbrella canopy

created by that majestic willow tree.

One day if I disappear from here

I promise you that’s where I will be found, wandering among the decadence

as it surrounds me without a sound

where every flower I’ve ever come to know

grows in a series of unevenly shaped rows

where their discarded petals are disposed

left there to wither and decompose

within this endless garden of fascination

the imagination that is my mind

an elaborate labyrinthine resplendence

a serenity intrinsically infinite

in which the surreal with the sublime collides

Leaving Me Even More

The soft sound of your whispers

murmured in my ear

just smooth enough to render me to tears.

          I wonder

          if I were to surrender

          could we ever

          reconcile the pain of those lost years.

The rough touch of your fingers

barely grazing my flesh

just abrupt enough to soothe away my fears.

          I wonder

          if I were to surrender

          would we ever

          reconcile the pain of those wasted years.

The tender kisses delivered by your lips

just delicate enough for me to take a sip

of your scent empowering my hope

of your gaze showering me