A Strange Haunting
A fallow song of ice on steel
Can set the pace for thoughts congealed
Dig in one stiletto and find the heart
Quickly cast the arrow and pierce a part.
Where can silence find a truly virtuous well
Dare we ask if time will tell?
Do no favors, nor caress the beast
For one will never gain the least.
Instead we find a hapless soul,
The angel with a heart of gold
And lash the tongue at fate unseen
Larger wounds build a black ravine.
By and by, layers come down
Conscience wears a thorny crown,
And when the vestigial bond is thrown away
Salt of the sea can burn the betrayed.
Admission is a painful choice
Tearing aside a silent voice
If the pleasure is not replaced,
May it suffer where the pain was based.
Slumber will be hard to come
The words play hard while they churn
The deck is stacked against the rabid tongue
The savage fork has aptly stung.
Think long and hard through the endless night
While the peals ring on and time despite
What has been done and said twice more
Shall not end in another encore.
May the haunting end anon in peace
For all to gain profound release,
And if the story is meant as hoped
May solace be rightful, and all can cope.