My retort is muted as the guillotine falls. Blunt arrows falling like excuses. A dream full of elixir turns into darkness…a nightmare.
One’s soul unresolved…a spirit upon the castle. A revolution of broken desires in an undesirable chasm.
After the king betrays the roots of his brood, darkness rises again in the form of a new moon.
The orange and spice resurrect a kingdom’s doom upon the sunset as the sunrise looms.
Apologies leave holes in the future like broken arrows remaining untold. Raise the gate and build the moat…an emotional insurrection floats to cope.
Standing your ground ‘til the sirens sound…speaking your ground…walking the grounds. Lives you’ve found….in the crowds unbound.
The screaming and shouting is cursed out loud although muted in one’s eyes…and silently as the guillotine falls.