The Hawk, The Butcher, The Killer Of Beauties

If you were praying for an early eclipse
To fold the greed within the spectrum-shift
The gaping misfortune in the drain of disdain
White out the night if we reach home again

The hawker indicates magnificate fear
Too cold for comfort in the hate-mosphere
I knelt down beside her melting heart and hell
Too drunken to see where her faithlessness fell

The mixed in beliefs again
Betrayal in heat again
A need to release in the comfort
Of sideway shadows
All playing at cutting the creeps in two

She is only the tenth to remind me
A deafening slant on the desperate man
Carousel movements in anti-terrain
Blow holes between the legs of her shame

The murderer passed as a magus
Hiding for fear that his guild disappears
Alone is the butcher in surrogate stains
Breaking his back to reach home again