There, ringing wild laughter
An ever after passing from the fears
A brief despairing is lent, impairing, to the generation ere
This melody.
Purple mountain's majesty precede the victor's gnawing greed
For skyward strength and God's favor to shower on thee.
A flash of gold to wake the dead
From satin-lined eternal beds
Draws weathered rage beyond the unseen sea.
A cry for someone to die for
A hero, a victim, a saint
Hollow from longing these limitless tears away.
Clawing hands press to a breast
Bruised and bloodied in vain duress
Seeking a heart unbeating, screaming for demons to drug the pain.
Kiss me my love.
Though thy lips be cold and tainting,
A memory of stars is nothing without evening.
So let me come to you
Unstable, naive starling to your blazing moonlit sky
I have the mind to cry as I stand here at your side.
They plead for heroes, these victims, these saints,
Turned away by Destiny and the cruel games he plays.
Born to die and to live with death, smothering decay
Of the lost concessions that loving made.
Take me, my love.
Though daggers hide behind your back, I long for your touch.
Hazy, drunken fears abandon me when you are here.
In Destiny's jest, God forbid he come to this place of rest,
Hold me until the darkness clears.
I will not hide from Destiny's decay
He whispers the truths I wish to bury this day,
But weakness is his aim,
To cut another heart away
And leave a sleepy hollow where a phantom rider plays.
But I am whole with you
Though you lead me to my grave
Every incinerating truth seals another saving grace
In every utterance I see your smiling face . . .
Chapters of our pasts
A curious child reads and laughs,
A balm upon these ruins of an era at last repaid.
Ivory atop the grey, a lily bud unfurled, unmaimed,
Rests upon a crude stone grave of fairy tales and Destiny's shame.
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