Wake to soon

Weep pillars weep in torrents slide

we are relegated and confined as all beauty passes slowly on

we the kingdom without kings

as mortality lingers long in the face of you

wake dearest night and through no solace or comfort pass

What trespass we and transpires must

An atheist in the house of love

seeks to gain understanding without accepting

seeks flowers in the dead solace of winter come

and we must be as we are and ask no more of God

This to betray without a touch

to hold without suffocation

so the lasting sting of embrace

bitter filthy stones

we are no longer bound

Wake to soon Awake

And all is nothing

Wake and all still is still

my morning so must come dreaded to know

A singular shot of bitter poison drunk

let this pass undetected

An age of fire quenched dry

To the bier we bring wealth heaped upon

to the sea we set adrift

A corpse light to guide to the hollows sing

What face to mare and mask to shatter

 What grace we must undue unkind

to the end of this we breathe in memories

refracted through permissions and measures

It is for you the world must bleed

every moment stolen blisters to scorn

so foul to this we never had to seek

this is eclipse done and sewn

for faraway no home shall remain

it must be as we must surely be

for a lasting sometimes

where we were young

and the rest was blur and quick

All to stone we must be like others now

desperate and unkind

A wake for a promise never kept

through these we shall pass on

and our hearts shall remain dimmed

this to we will be unseen as wanting

Woken to soon