when death kisses you
it burns and you wonder
if flesh can endure

it won\’t of course
blood and breath
all end in bone

but still you stand
with face turned
into the winds of time

they say he likes
like that

they don\’t
know him
at all

the women have not
to claim them

the heart stilled
blinking dumbly

shadowed darknesses
upon the planes
of form

breath belongs to him
heart replaced with stone
beats at his behest

as fury rages
poetry spilled

by killer
old and dark
deeper than mortal

crooked yet gentle
skins twined
about the cup

i am to become
as smoke
some season soon

across the
autumn evenings\’
woodburnt sky.