Arch Umbrage Poem by David Grzan

Rapt by shades of psyche! My moiety
Of good wanes meet to my waxing shadow:
My pride's conceit—void of reality.
Bedeviled! How ought I to undergo?
The fiendish shadow jags to bleed-out fair
Reason ere sponges my wits from my brain—
Depleted esse, dearth of pith—Oh nightmare!
Grey eminence tries to rule sane insane.
Till myself-absorbs-myself to waken—
I refuse refuge in Elysium
To do time in dwale ‘twixt Lord and Satan:
Love mine arch umbrage from Delirium‽
Adjure and jubilate! Lest I project
Shadows of Guernica—life painted wrecked.