Loss, Luster
Loss, thy bitter luster.
Pain, rip each heart in twain.
Blanketing blizzard, thy bluster.
Red run, O my rain.
Chaos, entropy, ripcord.
Pull thy chute and fall.
Mother Sin, thy flaming sword.
Blanching light, thy pall.
Moon, thy storm. Hornet, thy swarm.
Flickering in form.
Dam that river? Getting warm.
Volcanos a-dorm.
Love, are you to last? Past? Fast?
Trickery, thy mist.
Fate and fury, what ye hast!
Fortune, twist thy wrist!
Charm and chain, forever?
Rekindle and release?
Spindle, grow dull never!
Gold, thy mold. Fire, fleece.
Blossom, O opossum?
How awesome would that be?
In a cage we toss them?
Then sink them in the sea.
Sun, thy sum. Bright beams to come.
Strike the bastards dumb.
Reality, how you hum!
Better us than some!
Game of patient waiting?
O heart of mine, thy throb.
Well, that's no second-rating.
Hope, you've lost your job...
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