12-30-2012, 10:26 AM
She might contrive a Stygian form
Or conjure up a victim’s ears,
Murmuring deep condolences
For any wrong she’s done.
Grasping at catastrophe
I peered around her alleyways
And saw beyond her silences
The lost pavilions of the moon.
In hissing light I couldn’t hide
I couldn’t sleep or freely breathe
So I fraternized with patricide
In the maw of a harpy's cave!
But then I saw behind her mask
Reflected spheres of innocence
And etched around her memories
The lost pavilions of the moon!
Or conjure up a victim’s ears,
Murmuring deep condolences
For any wrong she’s done.
Grasping at catastrophe
I peered around her alleyways
And saw beyond her silences
The lost pavilions of the moon.
In hissing light I couldn’t hide
I couldn’t sleep or freely breathe
So I fraternized with patricide
In the maw of a harpy's cave!
But then I saw behind her mask
Reflected spheres of innocence
And etched around her memories
The lost pavilions of the moon!