Manes and Reigns Fall Short, Always

[theenemyisyou]

Manes and reigns fall short, always

 

kissing under moonlit snow

with a casket and a horse,

with military force

fingers trace the lighter edges.

 

angry hooves and broken wood

are way down the main hall

where we took our final fall

into loveless breaches on ourselves.

 

lips keep moving when they shouldn't

though I never said a word,

yet somehow you still heard

phrases praising your sweet breath.

 

heat moves up upon my face

as chill wraps round my waste

at the places you would taste

though I'd advise you otherwise.

 

I'd make comments on myself

with the seraphs in my head

in the grave that is my bed

where I rest with solemn urgency.

 

I changed your face and changed your name

as I moved and knelt to pray

that bodies shifting in the hay

would not deny me future gifts.

 

clocks chime and horses cough,

it seems best for me to leave,

but in time you did not believe,

or in speeches leading to an end.

 

the stars will never send me back

and you will never see,

you would never learn to see,

that each breath is leading to an end.

[Savage Dragon]

WoW, good stuff, I really liked it, the rythmic pattern was... intersting but i like it