She
isnt playing you

She knows
your ******* needs a solution

She being the solution
has the right

to explore her options

Dont blame her
or yourself

You will only grow old.
With it.

I kept pictures of you
those memories are mine

it's been a while since I wrote
words never came to me easy anyways

Keep the flame
from her womb

lit

it is not the kind
that engulfs

but lights up
the inside
of libraries and tombs

let her have
one last word with you

a rightful inheritance
to bequeath

a lasting impression
of you shooting away

a graceful embrace
of the fire trail

you leave behind

On the path
to the promised land
three kings lay slain

Robbed of their gold
and stripped of their splendour
they lay
in a pool of blood in the rain
  
The shooting star
they followed
was a blazing red
Souls lost in passion
fuming in its bed
(their flares now lead
soul-searchers to hell)

A caravan
that passed by
camped by the dead
They built 3 shrines
and hung 3 bells
Pilgrims were fed
and scriptures were read

The incense
they carried
was traded for gold
and 3 sets of attire
of the noble fold

The remains
of these kings
now sit crowned
in these shrines,
wrapped in robes
of shining silk

Scepters in their arms
they listen and behold
their stories being told
and fables unfold

Reptilian flames
fanned,
by fangs of desire

burn,
as they crawl up my throat

When lullabies failed
to put me to sleep,

an army of mourners
tears in their eyes

sang me a song
and put me to sleep

gently rocking
in the silken cradle of her arms

Four fairies were dancing
in the sea of summer's night
by a seabed of roses
and jasmines of delight

I, nonchalant
was gazing at the waves
when the westerly wind
brought me a whiff of her scent

a castle of emerald green
with angels at its gates
its courtyard with daisies
swaying in the wind

I, in my dream
was floating along
when I saw her in the moonlight
lost in my song

the fairies then led me
to her castle in the sea
lit in a haze
by moon's milken rays

I saw her by the pond
with geese splashing around
and a swarm of darting bees
feasting on fragrant white lilies

Lest this melody's green  fade
in autumn's yellow glare
Lest my dream wither
in winter's barren despair
The fairies who blessed me
my soul's last prayer;

‘To the distant horizon, these verses fly
forever live, beyond the deep blue sky’