Knox'D Out

It was early, The solemn, silent sunrise wrought its Rays across the untamed land like a Shorn-clad Delilah. Dew glistened the foliage Like undefiled razer blades nestled Within a mortar's payload. Morning haze, Suggestively seductive in its Sureness of the divine destiny Lingered, a dwelling Companion of aimless hope, Brightly darkening the path Juxtaposed by the future. Treachery, And the spoiled, sour smell of her exploits Permeated the dawn hour like A whore's flatulence Leaving me sick with fear. What deeply dark insidious ideas Gnawed at the surfaces of truth? Terrified, I observed the sallow, sickly sky Defy the natural laws of a Thousand, million æons. The once proud, brilliant sun Had ceased its solemn western path And had set its course due east. I heard screams. Shrill, spearing sounds drilling to my core. Primal agony no beast of the earth Should be forced to bear. As I looked to console This poor miserable creature I found The sounds were coming from me. I looked east And was sickened by the sight I saw. It was the succubus, Treachery Shadowing the light And destroying the path That the sun used to blaze through every day As the star let it happen. Now I mourn The loss of the slowly sinking sun, The brilliant warmth it brought to my life And the growth we shared. Sitting in the dark, Perched atop my mountain, I still hope He remembers how he shined.