There stands upon a silky spire
A man who wonders what transpired
What quirk of fate or Fancy's whim
Did bend itself to torture him
What brought him to this lonely place
A tempo change in time's slow pace
Perhaps it was a simple thing
Sweet chaos from Vanessa's wing
What if this ledge on which I stand
Were the product of mine own hand
As toddlers tumble, so does time
No cause nor reason for this crime
If, as it seems, I do impose
My will as thorns upon the rose
The ruby of my heart's dismay
Is one more step towards the grey
This man who always lived his life
Wading through tides of unjust strife
Finds solace in the way he strides
A step that marks the great divide
Should I pay mind to this man's plight
When cutting wind meets rising night
Perhaps that man bound for the sea
Shall end my life for he is me.
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 5:17 AM UTC
There stands upon a silky spire
A man who wonders what transpired
What quirk of fate or Fancy's whim
Did bend itself to torture him
What brought him to this lonely place
A tempo change in time's slow pace
Perhaps it was a simple thing
Sweet chaos from Vanessa's wing
What if this ledge on which I stand
Were the product of mine own hand
As toddlers tumble, so does time
No cause nor reason for this crime
If, as it seems, I do impose
My will as thorns upon the rose
The ruby of my heart's dismay
Is one more step towards the grey
This man who always lived his life
Wading through tides of unjust strife
Finds solace in the way he strides
A step that marks the great divide
Should I pay mind to this man's plight
When cutting wind meets rising night
Perhaps that man bound for the sea
Shall end my life for he is me.
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