We salivate
Excalibur
awaits beneath the frozen lake
and taunts the hand that
grips the pen
with lustful rage
The stalwart page
flickers through the windmill’s blades
and shatters white to seven parts
that squirm beneath the skin
The god within
created by decanted ink
roars challenges to servile flesh
which tears
and drips its tender dreams
on newly sacred ground
Unbound
by rituals of bond and vow
and weaponless in servitude
We desecrate
Excalibur
awaits beneath the frozen lake
and taunts the hand that
grips the pen
with lustful rage
The stalwart page
flickers through the windmill’s blades
and shatters white to seven parts
that squirm beneath the skin
The god within
created by decanted ink
roars challenges to servile flesh
which tears
and drips its tender dreams
on newly sacred ground
Unbound
by rituals of bond and vow
and weaponless in servitude
We desecrate
It could be worse