maroon i will never know what might your bossom breeds you bestowed the blades of my sabre to hold against the sun breaking the vines its rays like spear there's no escaping. your painted streets like fiery dragon spitting fire i bleed. to sail your ocean in the midst the grass swallowed the smoke cigarette the slender moon above taming the stars. today i stand your halls in slumber casts of gold like tombstone the children, your children gone i, was never your son. it's night. your portals i exhaled the anguish lamenting defeat you served me well the frustrations you've caused i go. in peace i let go spreading arms naked i lay to rest, the end of mourning.
April 03, 2006 in postcards from olympus