In the war ravaged world
We sat alone, our words sweetly pearled
Watched from afar as our away lives whorled.

Many a night we spent lusting
for the flesh and the thought, and trusting
The constellation patterns of scars forever readjusting.

A worrisome force was breaking
A tide upon a rocky shore, then taking
My people out to sea, forsaking.

And as calloused hand broke His shoulder blade
Taking along, me, and my kin, this dirty crusade
Painted red and purple, on my contraband skin shade.

Confusion clung to dirt upon my face
His fingers a cool embrace
Reassuring my tears, deception to fall at a decreasing pace.

In it's place coming a power
Surging to take my place in this hour
Bravery blossoming on my skin; a steel flower.

For His slipping crown
was hitting the ground, coming down
Cutting his fabric like a golden gown.

Sword drawn against his bone
He bore an expression less human, more stone;
broke for a moment, a look of love for me to lone.

Yellow light above our hair
In God's eyes, I stole a brief affair,
I bore the slit like a Lord's prayer.

There was an eternal moment of Him and red
Too fast for Him to blink; too long to bear the pain of my everlasting bed
And my mortal life was hence shed.

With my life, my passions lie
And in this quiet, was it worth it to die?
For the cut of the blade seems lesser than his cry.

The last thought truly conscious in my core
To save him, and his wholesome life, mine to restore
There; by the grass; a unlocked, and unguarded door.

Broken ships
depart from ports like old quips
From cold, decaying, insipid lips.

Filled with polished souls like me
Aboard this transit to the key
On a shattered, cold, unforgiving sea.

We rest, not sleep, through a frigid night
Pondering the worth of such tragic plight
knowing our forces amount to no might

My head grows weary, with thoughts of you
Fighting for the key, I have stayed true
Without my patient hand, have you, too?

Departed at the sake of not spilling
Blood of yours; now safe from the killing
Yet a nagging thought; my purpose; a chilling

If my intention prevails as it should
And my sluggish being does as it could
Will my noble try even do you some good?

Eyes closed off; a blindness I did not chose
I could still observe those which had outdone, did not lose
Kept the bright light of memory, but who's?

Death had bitten my spark
Black blood letting into my vision on a lark
An awareness rang, hark.

To rise above the masses, and become the beautiful daughter
Will power was a hangover of cold water
Despite my ambitions, levity; regret to have caught her.

This was not the divinity I had bet my soul for
But a gritty question demanding more
I am destined to become the afterlife w****.

For, across the pond, my pressure pointed screams
Could not punctuate the interrabanges of his dreams
For, I have found the key, in my finger tips, gleams.

My throat bends to your folly
And my cries of frustration rot like sprigs of holly
Yet alas, alas, my wails fell like Roman poli.

Time moved like a flicker picture show
He'd take me to see; to watch the skyline grow
His glass house world I had come to adore and to know

To the jagged wound I bore to save a Beloved Friend
Was my scarred flesh nothing but a game of pretend?
For his canvas matched mine, in the end.

His breath reeked of slumber
Too dull to loath his slow number
And a pleasant idiocy did not breathe to unencumber

Unreachable stunning
A face devoid of a familiar cunning
I was now unable to collect my dunning.

My once radiant leaving me lonely
My pain he once called lovely
My better half forced me to be my only.

For Him, I will never see, to touch, I transcend
The bridge too water logged and battered to mend
Yet a love, in desperation I bartered to overextend
Corruptible grief; love never ends.