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
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2009
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