If You’re Going to Do It, Do It Now

She was the vessel of the sun
A radiant blaze aglow
Extinguished before her time
Ephemeral, ineffable
Reduced to flotsam, jetsam
On a placid amber sea
An anchor half-buried in sand
The sole relic of her precious hull

I was never meant
To walk this earth alone

Can this wounded dog
Be taught to love
When he cannot even
Lick his own wounds?
Can this decrepit hull
Moor beneath thе crags
Amidst such a tempest?

Again
Waves brеak and swell
With salt and spray
As we fornicate
The pain at bay

Sachiel marching ever closer

Mutilated Magdalene
Lain bloody on the stone
Unworthy bastard Nazarene
On a cross of steel and bone

Iscariot?
A jackal’s lips
A serpent’s eyes
Icarus?
Such fragile wings
Never meant to fly

O my worthless son
This burden falls upon you