Your once opalite mind,
Like charcoal
Like abrasive sod
Vitriolic tendencies
But alas,
You’ve sent them down sea
Burning the barque,
Where the body of your old ways lay
As you watch the ashes of the past
Incinerate and orchestrate into soot
A gaseous state of night terrors,
A smoky, mocking, voluminous cloud
That’s laughing at your errors,
Wrongdoings you’ve bared
The incandescence of your deeds
Bleeds for both of us
The deceit now loud,
A banging drum,
A thump against your head unbowed
You don’t cower, now
Standing ground, brows frowned,
Tenacity potent, firm stance, hands focused
Searing stare of green eyes,
Your stentorian war cry
A changing fate dancing nearby
Hyper-focused on the prize
With your battle axe in hand
Eqquiped for the skirmish
Ready for the ride
And me
Fighting at your side