Cross The Lions Gate - I
#23-1 (Pre-Raphelite Society Submission)
And so
the sun rose,
bleeding
No violet majesty diffused
wheels turn,
rusty creaks,
among the mutter and murmur,
strained hands, wrung gasps
Ascends,
Beloved Star, Fates Harlequin.
Arrives, a self stuck pig.
Whisked to downy repose, by callousing hands
spared a moment, shock sets in
hands stained, make a mask of Sobek.
Writhing shriek, a whirl of violence
with no object, but itself, sheer seeping
from, ruby red rivulets
traced, cross skin fair
ragged breathless speaks.
"I should be as mangled.."
"What defender are you
that would pierce your very oath?"
strains a managed reply,
"One who'd keep it by the same."
"Finding no fitting blade but his own,
believing what he'd sworn was stained."
barely ended,
"Fool! Truth has made it's case
in the airy wound you now wheeze."
"What heart held would deflect so?"
"With all it's barrier from
bond we share between
you'd forsake all we'd drea.."
Croaking sincerity cuts,
"Forsake?"
"My only parting was with sense, blinded by the constellation
we proffered and aspire to monument."
"Spare us doubt,
Forgive my vanity, weary am I for all I campaigned,
'gainst every weave, of those conspiring sisters fate
and here I lay unmade..."
Trailing the same,
as red ochre hand,
leaves mirrored stream
cross pallid face.
"So I am again
arbiter of tattered peace.
Awaiting my dispossession
by leaded scale
What sacrament made me so fairly sexed
the hand-maid to ambitions wake?
That I surmount to find ruin
with flail and crook
a widowed shepard,
Had I been granted my brothers member
or sisters dogged will
would I ever be left ever to such desolate surrender?"
Firm grasp, such strength recalled in lapse
"Exhaust these doubts
you know your task
Armed with what those past knew lack
I your vanguard faltered,
but you redoubt
Whom radiant I now bask
preserve the destiny we could not meet"
Wry smile, continued,
"I can't help but think of kindred closing
as I honored the man
the trinity of his being
lensed to focal you represent..
Where else should lieutenant proceed
but where former heart took it's heed?"
"Do you not imagine
foe surrounded where once was friend
in each pain
before his abject marble rest
he wished he was not
borne to be cradled hence
supplanter,usurper
but my love was twined the same
in some way we fulfill that dying wish
...but in elaborating, I am parched, please wine for the life of me."
it's taste, last lips kiss, he lay unmade
The lioness entombed, left a last sphinxes play.
Pt.II:
