Like sullen slumbering shapes of the world
Legends we longed to be
So perchance Gods dwell unseen
With the masts of the day spent
The gaunt woman
Pure of skin but soiled of soul
O for such as his bronzed skin
Laden legs like a god
Sacred calves
Akin to a far star
Sleek neck climbing towards our sky
Four driving jewelled rivers and unmapped oceans
And as a suitor
He courted her
Clasped in the rug of his love
A fools everglade like the seasons slave
A foolish colossus she looked now
Ragged and unworshipped
Solitary on the roof of the world
A remaining nightmare in a plateau of fair thought
No kingdom to mention
He took that too
Tossed out
Faraway
Don't whisper her name
She moaned and clumsily spewed spells of fear
And the years danced on
And all that moves returns to stone eventually
Drink deep O twinkler in her lake
Like a will o’ the wisp all a tender
No longer welcome to surrender
In these deep foamy kitchens of the muse
And one word
His shields of ice in the chilly times
Creamed in grey wolfs’ hair
He strode the windy stair
What of their cathedral bed?
Not worth remembering
For he dotes on the treasure in the chest of his head
You'll sail on these sandled feet nevermore
Sprung from the fiery downs of falsehood
Her learning splintered overnight into wild dark days
Weary and eerie
The light had failed
And the rainy hew of her lord of night
Veiled the land like a vision
And lo my true friends
My all please be forgiven
And he’ll talk with you and feel no contentment
And he'll turn your gentile ways away
And he'll lie to your face
No words to console your tears
And he’ll befriend you if you had the wits of a ratbag
But standing, alas
No eyes yet born could accommodate such beauty of features
Made by the ancient masters of the maze
Come you sweet mouse
Sleep near this bed
And comfort our protector
From his wet churning ocean head
Liquid fleeting music
Into the murky streams of time
Hollowed in a gulf
Of cyprus grove grown slender vine
With an oracle juiced lip
And a virgin slaying hide-hand
Riding randy to the robbers’ sanctuary
Your charlatan thundereyes
In a century of nymphetic connoisseurs
Yet the illness dredged her heart
And left her an eyesore
Remorse never came for her
Unimaginable fiend nay
Just careless, heartless, thoughtless with no shame
And the widow lived like a widow
But was not
Not anymore
