The Last Sacrifice

The Last Sacrifice It plays a piano Grande Spiraling Tones twist soft twistings relentless Chimes fluent rolling scarlet scales Tinkling sacred chorales From cherubim fingers Plucked petaled folden harps Of the ballerina swans mute vocals I know to her return I succumb To the ever endless, endless rest Tenured finally in her sacrifice How the blood rips its way To the last Torn open at the seams Behind the clenching of my fist Raging at myself As I fall faltering in her tears The damned and hated hours Every ounce of me can’t resist While beyond Teasing digits pluck the melody Pull the essence from her music Reverberates to me I am the caged animal Inside her symphony Bound to my own tether Of what will be Will be Trace this line upon my heart Trace this line upon her lips Drag this shackle to the lightless dungeon Where words become the bars of iron Written on the paper walls of my prison Her face my only window And her love The only Nocturne Plays the tune spiraling from above In the rhythms of my blood Closed the rivet in the door I chose my sentence long ago Feed me on empty life Tossed upon her naked floor And leave me to rejoice In the trackless chasms of my soul Her face My only window This love My only light Plays upon a grand piano The sheet music of my life There within and endless vision Beneath a golden tree I succumb to endless rest Finally understanding this sacrifice And how this blood Flows its own way to the last