Of Muses And Other Ghosts
The King That Fishes Fires
The king that fishes fires
from your deep architectured heart,
and creates stars from them,
is just me, digging for gold,
in your eyes.
Why have you denied him your soul?
Were you afraid that he might run away,
and bruise you, like a blade bruises a flower?
Awarding you with a broken heart, your lovers,
I would have brought you their heads, on a gold plate, to collect
if only, you wouldn't have done the same thing to me.
But since you did...
..I shall burn the park, and all the trees you've leaned on,
when I would beg you for a kiss.
And I will cut the hands of every man that hold you
before and after me.
And everyone that saw me crying,
after and sometimes even before, our fast burning adventure,
will beg me for their life to keep.
As a monster, I have to be cruel,
I've been hated, and so I hate,
but you, why the hell are you trying to be like me
when everyone that you love, loves you back?
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