Laden by a terrible weight
Rest for a little while
I’ll come get you when it’s no longer night
Clutching fear by its tendrils
Trembling
Holding tight just so it can crumble
Murals on old stones that no longer tell stories
Duplicitous in all my good intent
Delivering my wine by singular fruit
Craving the deepest light in my darkest night
A scholar of conquests conceited by victory and wishes
Subservient and dominant in command
Splintering wonders in abashment
Eternal war in dangerous rhythms of wretched longing
Thunderous and clangorous like peals of screams and dreams and endless streams of tears and fears with sharpened shears
Burning corpses of dreams
Unified in treachery
Price of blood
Measure by body and pitchers and pints
Your mind a chalice only I can drink from
Holy failing grails of deadened trails
Retreating tales of chasing tails and holding rails just to fall like a bag of nails
Clatter and shatter like all the pieces I had been made of
Trickles of blood becoming floods
Wicked flashes of lightning crashes
Crossbows hoisted on all my shoulders
Heavy as the boulders you threw at my canvassed walls
My echoed calls falling deafly and dumb
Quiet and numb
Cogent and potent
Lauded by laurels and wreathed but corralled
I’ll find some doom and return to my gloomy moon
Facing farces with apathetic glances and forfeiting all of my virtues by extraordinary ignorance
I’ll drink cold tea in my armour
Glowing softly with my contempt for you
Following the sparks till your deceit disappears
