. . . Love Dying With Fog
Feasting unbridled upon barbed wire lies
Watching our ravens screaming faith in flight.
I watch as she drifts as sand in a muted beach
Her touch is growing colder, painfully out of reach.
Our eyes clinch a lightning glance
She arches her smile and weakens my stance.
Winds blow softly, silently, sure
She is fading, eating a love perfect and pure.
Raptured earthquakes in strings of light
Mighty hands fail at infantile might.
Mens' mouths cry a covered plea
Mercy on her eyelids, dust over me.
Frozen stares locking icy rage
Elderly pupils slowly tear open *it's age.
Foolish tunes of jesters galore
Sipping her tears on bloody floors.
Nature with all of her muse
Tries in vain to hide the abuse.
Rocks crack on innocent hills
I bow my head to mortician's mill.
She's but a mist as she moves to and fro
Step by step I remember that glow.
Lightning princess and dungeons clean
Enter my soul in darkness serene.
*it's page is possibly construed as Death's list of mankind's names.
© 2016 Kenneth Avery