For H

Through a wicked tunnel along the blackened tongue like a thorn or a daydreamer we skipped and danced while we were young gleam on circus string streamer the black hair of eternity painted the sky red crisp white skin and wicked cackle shadows of mars and of dread she appeared blistered and ramshackle she let herself in and wrapped me in herself chained to the ground among clouds of grey opened my chest, heart upon its ribbed shelf she showed no mercy and no dismay her somber web entangled my being storms toiled and tossed me in my bed i ran from the concubine, screaming and fleeing finally at rest, my soul lay broken and dead a glimpse of a rampart, taken apart visions of a knight upon his steed rumours of war that refused to start her taste was like, honey mead “Blame thee, for it was not I!” sanity was lacking in her voice “Twas the wench within the sky!” the madness was not her choice the curse fell unto me as a child the noose slowly raised on its own the pain would be soon and mild the chair fell and crack’d be the bone “O! god!, why have you forsaken me” she cried when he wasn’t there “My tome, my prize, has lied to me” eden’s garden was empty, not even a hare her mother wept for a fortnight her father’s soul demolished her lover lost all hindsight but secretly, she flourished The clouds broke, the sky became blue “I know all sadness and all misery” Her mother said, gazing at the hue "but soon enough, I will be with you"