calamity and disorder

queen of rose.
upsurpt from her throne.
yet still commanding the folks.
king of skies
tries his best to help with her difficult thorns.
all of rose , micromanaged...
the sky feels trapped and stale.
all the days seem the last too long ..
and hell begins to unfold...
and my blood,
trapped by the storm's close ..
shattered the thin taut rope

watchers

in this moment of gloried homicide,
i dedicate to thee..
in exoneration of a guilty reluctance..
my glorified existence comes crumbling down..
my tall gold-plated pedestal of sand..
triumphant i may be..
but the are not tears of joy..
for he has what i do not...
the true joy of this i cannot have..
the love of my life now left and buried..
..
on the tombstones i do read..
on her grave i will keep safe from harm..
her corpse of no more life will never be diarmed...
a victorious knight in white armour ..
now a necrophilic grave keeper...
but leave him be..
a necrophile swimming in the cauldera...