After that night
When words unspoken cut him well
Out of the body that lay beheaded, a flame kept him still
A flame that would cause even a farmer to till and toil
Over a wasted land with trees defoliated with rotten fruit
A newborn man, saved by the grace of patience and hope
Was left to cope and bear the sun that would never set
Or a sum that he could never pay
But after that day
When words unspoken did more than tell
The newborn man simply an effigy, bid farewell
And dug the grave that was always his, and wrote an elegy that was always his,
And destroyed that device, that was always hers
That toxic mirror that reflected and doubled his madness and gave it to her
That sacrifice meant only for her
That she consumed and forgotten
The dawn of a new season, the dusk of goodbye
It was always hardest to try and capture
The moment that lay within arms reach
The girl, the craft, the getaway
Who makes this winter seem like spring
The name that all flowers with them bring
Whispered at the end of October
