From phoenix ashes centuries ago, he was my...
turning dragons to bones and Gorgons to stones...

As the cardinals slit their wrists,
I inhale eulogies from every kiss...

Performing in symphonies of mutilation,
fingertips of sunlight murmured salvation...

Sunset,
precious; don't fret...

In grey mists I see,
a V of black swans...

Thy heart is the night,
so emblazon me with shades of black...

Guileless fingers, etching prayers on my face,
blotting out sunlight with whispers of grace...

Good eye sniper;
penetrate...

Dead before the ship even sank,
tied up and bound before I even walked the plank...

The symphony of shadows,
midnight music I've composed...

***Before reading this poem, I would like to...
Come out of the rain, I say...

Greetings, to the dark heart light,
gazing through a fractured glass window...