Become the candle which I kneel to Endure the flames which kiss you Orate your tears in my arms Wince as our wuthering tempest jolts us Unyielding our souls shall be Ligaments tear apart with blighted tone Forsaking atonement for damnation
This I swear to you Yours will be the name I cry at night
A few more tears freshly picked from the oven
Elsewhere in a surrogate legacy I was walking down the corridors Our effigies, dead ringers and tableau Unruly, unnecessary, and everywhere An afterlife I didn't want to exist in
But you told me something I can't recall Scattered like leaves in the wind The soundtrack of nails On a chalkboard An onslaught of recollection
A pitch perfect rendition of my deeds A choice between myself and you
Bitter, battered I fell Bloodied, bruised knees clotting
Your illustration, your illusion slid to me Your plunging neckline, of plumed faith.
Labium laboured Labrum lolled
As you held my dying gasp As you gazed into infinity in my eyes
You breathed the last loving words. Hark, my king. Kiss me, kiss me goodnight. Surrender to me, One more song for the end.
The Magnum Opus, of 2017.
Here 2017 ends, and gives way to 2018.
I will love you, when no one else will.
The King In Black atop his throne, receives his subjects.