Felling An Empire

Listlessly ever fixing form to the macabre, a mosaic of shadows laid turquoise wings into supreme blackness as a charm, from the intersession of light I bore misery as my shield I was silhouettes in masquerade, a mannequin of ash ever shifted to wake between one trans-morphing entranced in movement my disguise failed a Mueddin beckoning from the minaret you, called me to prayer without doubt the weight of a darken hand lifts, I chant in endless mercy my grainy empire crumbles as misery’s shield dismantles to dust I stepped free as darkened fingers of night still, ever plucked at dark fibers in spirit smoothing your finger around the rim, erased all shade in its retreat I am now, the chalice forged with hands that filigreed with faith alas now, Avalon calls me home