My lady lies
Crying upon the bed
Her tears spill over the pillow case
- A pool of blood.

She smiles
The light wavering
Cold...
Darkness appearing white
Grey to the careful eyes
Not blinded
By that false smile.

Drum rolls.
The sounds of thousands matching
The whispering wind
The tainted earth
Shifting
Day turning night.

The mask of happiness
Clouded sorrow
Delicate glass actually hard
Harder than diamond.
Nothing's unbreakable
The tears fall.

She comes with the midnight
Her eyes gently gleaming
The sounds of waves crashing
Her voice soft
The salty sea winds rustling through leaves
Her touch luring
She comes with the rising of dawn
Her kiss wanting
Souls entwined
She comes with the calling of sleep
The blackness growing, her smile yearning
Above, a raven flies.

She stared in sorrow
My dear lover,
Silent screams echoing through the hall
Hands reached out
Not touching
Hesitant and withdrawn
Tears gone with the first sunshine.
A single lock upon the bed
The colour of brass.

They stood in rows
Armoured or in black
No face smiling
No eyes glowed.
The night was dark
The air was still
The ground cold.

Nobody moved
Many cried
But not the soldiers.
The war had claimed most
And not all the survivors
survived.
The general already buried
His lieutenant dead.
This they would do for their queen.
To shed a tear would be a sin
To cry would suggest weakness,
With her soft brown eyes
She died a heroine.
There should be no sorrow
An old friend has gone home.

A moonless night
They funeral over and most had left.
Within her ash coated ebony tomb
Brass hair untouched by the wind,
Forever Aster-scented
She lies.
Clear liquid
Drips down my cheeks
Landing upon the grey stone
It's raining,
Yet the sky is clear.

Slept alone, awoke to familiar eyes.

A plot we fought in every room
Distraught devouring the bloom
Forgot the seed inside the womb
We ought to make this house a tomb

old as time, and poetic as rhyme:
old grey heads waiting to chime
like carrion birds hungry for crime...

Some spend their life wanting glory;
repeating the past, their fathers worry,
until the mask of death ends the story.

But I will not be so shallow
to rend or to waste , fallow,
that which guides our fate towards that shadow.

Glare deeply into the eyes of war,
prepare your heart to end the score,
to end the game, and those wanting more.

You're bittersweet
Like grapefruit.

You're ****.
You're sweet
And you've got that bitter aftertaste.

Some like you with a little sugar,
Others need a lot.
But a select few of us,
we like you raw.

Even though I like you raw,
I can't take your acrid taste anymore.
You're delicious, you're good,
but you're no good for me.

Maybe  I should've waited till you were ripe.

She was just another tragedy
that everybody stayed away from
yet everybody loved to read.

I stand here watching
Waiting for you to move
To stand and smile
Your cold corpse stretching.
Tears fall upon your lips
Skin the colour of polecian
Your beauty unmarked and still
Like the marble on which you lay
Paler in death than life
Pearled droplets in midnight blue hair
Lips a faded red
Eyes closed
A masterpiece to Death
And I your killer
Weeps.