Press Play.
(A lone voice whispers)
I've seen crazy things
Mortal man should never see
Done and experienced acts of such depravity in candle lit
Incense filled bedrooms
And chambers
Secrets
I'll take when I'm called to the tomb
Sailed in slow-moving ships and endless
Wet hips around the world
Not just in this
My present life
But many more
Past lives
Entered dark places of depravity
Straight ones wouldn't enter or drink in
Fearing the call of serving the Countess of all Sin
For eternity
But now I feel Death wanting to take this life alongside all I love
For I feel him looking in my secret scrying mirror
Smiling like Michael Angelo with his bony hands by his side
Tapping in rhythm
The Marching Days Are Over
But with my silent heart now asking
Was it worth it
All that excessiveness and scandal
As we sit on this last mountain of Goodbyes
Not feeling the warmth of this purple-repentance candle
On my cold and calculating mind
Her bright light
The one from so long ago
Strikes my amygdala
Like an arrow fired by Sitting Bull
From an acute angle
Deep into my skull
And as her sweet memories fill my immortal cup
From my first love
I know why I won't accept Deaths offer and be culled
For to drink all that this life and future lives offers
I'll take everything in her memory and will never stop
As I wade knee-deep
Through its fast flowing waters
Looking for more lambs
Ready to slaughter
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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