Needle-whip

I thought I saw in those eyes, these eyes
a reckoning
I was afraid

Sinners and dirges and broken lines for me
and feet treading dust as they dance for rain.

I promised a curse for my enemies
brew it in a horse's skull for my enemies
words of power on the wind for my enemies
these ribs I crack open for my enemies

A heart that convulses only for you, my enemy.

The soles of her feet are bleeding
where she walks pilgrimage to the red graveyards
Her lips are parted
and she drips like silver
into the aching dust

Storm break, a reckoning
pregnant grey overhead, I was afraid
the wind that blows from the West to the East
is the howling, the rending, the teeth of a beast

And like a thousand birds the rains began
with the fluttering of two thousand broken wings.

A song caught in the throat swells
It fills my head with sound;
a heartbeat
Your heartbeat, the red lines on your breast
My skull will burst along the leylines
Those reckoning-eyes that stared from my pupils to the root of my tongue

I put my bones in a curse for my enemies
I poured my blood into a curse for my enemies
To break my sword across my knee for my enemies
I'll break my spine across my knee for my enemies

I was afraid;
Your eyes, those eyes, these enemies.