Like a step taken too soon, and cold
hard concrete meets the teeth: flowing
iron-taste fills the mouth;
now you cannot
Nor should you: you betray
a true intention falsely fulfilled.
Keeper of lore unsuited to man’s mind,
Enough to send a common fool screaming
Mad into the bleary drunken night.
and a symbol of passion’s play
dances elfin ’cross your sight
as you speak the damnèd word:
Crippled chaos unleashed
in private display of indignation.
Now you can’t believe your eyes, this cold
blue light that meets your sight: realisation
that lines wrought in innocence
brought you to
the bloody brink.
So close your tome of falsehood,
and let the sweet madness still.