WASTELAND

The usual noise persists
outside these adamantine walls
but i refuse to show them passage
to this citadel.

(If i die) withholding
(I shall leave) with everything.
Petals writhe; unfolding
Talismans enchanting strings.

Too direct and thee shall charge
upon a blinded steed.
Ill effect. All deeds, mirage.
Herein, a desert pleads.

For rivers
forgotten.
It shivers
core rotten.
It cannot sustain
the life it once contained.