Tranquility
harnessed, by the reigns of fatigue
Birthed
by void, cold and terse
Inner-cynics,
sparring foot and knee
Balance
wavers, so moves forth this curse
Of
vapored redress, dark clouds disperse
The
covens held, in primal view
A
razor shakes, verse to blackened verse
Scratched
tongues affirm, each the fears are true
The cauldron’s bewitching path
Its secrets revealed at last
In highest boil
the water finds
Prophecies, both cruel, divine
And
standstill you become, paralyses renew
As
stake-laid fibers rise again, turning circles will the rope
To
tighten knots secure to throat, letting pressure guide its noose
Upon
the stains of past, memories faucet empties hope
Paler
does the skin then cry, fraying urge faint to cope
As
suffocation screams for air, fastest ever beats do start
Strain
to push blood’s flow, in this, life’s final trope
First
the limbs lilt in languor, and then cede does the broken heart
I thought about composing something especially for Valentine's Day, but instead went this route. Stop on by to D'Verse for their weekly Open Link Night, read all the great poetry linked up and even link up one of your own. Pub opens at 3pm. See you there.
