Beneath the crossroads

And when from the grave,
the birth of everlasting,
the sorrow is no longer
Gentle mists of alabaster
embrace and caress
life anew
For to come undone,
no longer
Transcending the forgotten,
the spires of dread that nest within,
now, light all but withers
Though sugar-wisps strain, striate
and a tear
though happily
Dead among
beneath the crossroads

© 2016

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The crossroads – becoming

Wandering, and the reaper sings
vengeance
A dream so desired
A sacrifice
in which to bury the poison
and violent deeds
Becoming

Alone, suffering
Withering and waiting for
the soul to depart
the cold earth to swallow
Deprived so long
of being
Love, no longer
Loved, no longer
Becoming

The calling
where the blood has spilled
and shall spill no more
Into shallow depths
beneath crumbling soil
and sunken stars
The lore speaks
and enslaves one more
to rise into
Becoming

Wronged, the calling tells
Belonging to no one
Bare, a ring forgotten,
the beast is
Becoming

© 2016

Atop the crossroads

Atop the crossroads
and among the humming stars,
where the ticking clock
casts fate
Peace from
grotesque memories,
where the shadows are drawn near,
and wavering light of hope
refuses to dawn
Sin ever-inviting
in the empty sorrow
The words lingering and stained
for the unmolested steel
lured to the flesh

© 2016

A grave fortune

A grave fortune
Lusted by the lonesome
And given to the unworthy
A chance to dream
While death lingers
Lost in searching for those
Vagrant hearts
Tortured by the world

© 2009