The quiver of the quill
Dips sorrow into the smoky
Din of the heartless soul
Papier-mâché bandits tip
The acid of desire onto the
Thorny hooves of the demon
Wanderlust is naked
On the throne of despair
Wielding the torch
Of all encompassing twilight
Everlasting fate rips its hand open
On the pin cushion of death
Behold what you seek
Be it truth or reason
Cherish the depths of your soul
True love was never more justly placed
© Bolan-Beaty Boogie
November 1, 2016