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"
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