literally written by candlelight, the night before my last day perhaps
A crack of doom
and endless wasted
wait, for moon
My will protested
Fell down these steps
eyes blind fumbling
Tripped catch cut next
was torn from limb
A goat you need
I'm here, I'll sing
Blood mess will breed
Staunch bottom King
Still time beat breathe
Hands trussed in penance
Grin bare beneath
burnt ashy remnants
Sting of the whip
brash green sin's token
Warm crimson lines
Payment unspoken
Example made
on hands and knees
Shines silver blade
Hot shame, beg please
Hand pressed to jaw
contempt runs rife
They scream, rut, claw
put end to life
Such burning blame
with want for hold
Push, yield, play games
Your shape to mould
Ruined and stripped
Sleep take such mind
Wings caught, held, clipped
This; you designed.
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