The heat wavers in the groggy aperture
I know it as my eyesight b-b-break.
The fire cools, like a phoenix dying- ashes to ashes
And then the bloody cross shall swing
And it shall swing true and scarlet- dripping
And the scarring shall stain its victims
The river runs strong as always it will
A bittersweet blush-
A victory for the baneful.
A hand snatches absent- blemished, skeletal.
A tainted memory comes from higher orders,
Bad decisions and a delusional wealth
Lead to an abyss ...