Toys On The Moon (Chapter Three) (Ode To A Girl) Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

A war fought for love,
more than that of Troy,
and a girl who's name is not Helen
brings heroes ten times as Achilles,
to shake the world in it's sleep
and to wake the gods to see their bloody carnival.
Proud spears painting millions of holes,
in the blue blue sky,
makes the freckled moon, undress her stars
above their heads.
The mountains become leaves
in the echo of screams.
Absolute chaos nestles in this world.

Wives sobb the hearts of those
that lost their fights,
and the drumm like dialect of their chest.
The women hate you
their men dying for you
just as I died, in my thousand dreams I had of you,
unspoken love stories, that never happened.
Everything that dies here,
dies for your red lips
and nothing,
nothing will ever live again,
not even I.