Faithful Shadow

I saw a death shadow in the eyes of my infancy a soft mercy with calm blue fancy, in childhood, when free will asserted it's wild supremacy we sang of star charriots and laughter loyal to hyperactivity, I see a death shadow in the prime of my ascendancy outlining my temple of truth, whistling thy words of wizardry, I hear It like the madness of morning's ending, I taste It as if from the burning breast milk of a Dragoness, I see It in the bleeding smile of my heart's kindness, I speak to It when love's luster unlocks the lunacy of loneliness, I feel the humble shade of It's jade justice in a world hot and hustling, My death shadow has a surface sweet with patient purpose, It is not rough with forboding frost that frights the fight of flesh, rattling the scythe of doom and cackling for cataleptic crisis it does not, It is not a grim God or a greedy Goddess, no taxing terror trumpeted, It has never been an angel of escape or a demon of dour delirium, when suffering becomes a seduction of brute beauty I share in it's wise joy, my death shadow follows the desperate yet disciplined form of my body battle through life's plethora of coy poisons and possessive passions, marching along side me with martial grace, sculpting my face with lion spirit - J.A.B.