A poem where one must diss another in poetic verse. |
"The Search For Love Within a Dream" You were once the same as I-- A Dancer of graceful celerity To a tune unnaturally red. Then in great whimsy, You left in solemn calamity. You and I are the Sky that I gaze at From my haven of broken lenses. That I may still grasp For the surreal canvas, I have been blessed in covenant With the Faustian Deal. You and I are the unctuous flame That spills forth from the empyrean crags. Wherefore are you the Catalyst For my devolving suicide? Deus ex--whence you are God and I but a man. You and I are past concord In a world where shadows lurk; You are the execrable omen, For which I go berserk. Lest the abyss engulf us, Gesticulate your fathoms, For the depth of your seas. You are a disillusion, Whose grasp on fate is an aberration. You invoke evility, For the light of the sun. Soon shall it be eclipsed, And your reign abated and capitulated. Then, where shall you lay For the crepuscule of eternity? Noblesse Oblige. Live as the macabre saint, Lugubrious and flesh-less; Dispersed and scattered. Shall you act bellicose, For baptism or for flight? I call for the Shadows as I reach for the Light. In this unholy covenant, I shall be your judge; For we once were the skies that I reached for, Some many years before. Time is inexhaustible. It runs in circles, away from the Langoliers That consumes us in our Shadows. There is no retreat, From within one's own deviations. |