One day, I will come to you.
I am the sprouting leviathan
They banish me with poison
Sprucing up my tearing flair
Tears which tear up my tearing tears.
But I titter.
I fend my monster.
I make him bawl.
Bawling, balding, bawler child.
And I conquer him.
Tomorrow
His bed will be wooden
His sky will be log
His voice will be silent.
Cankers will vow to cancer
Cancer cankers cankering reeking flesh.
Bawling no more, balding, tearing.
No one will ever bane me again
I will conquer him.
Today
An empty womb will bawl to bawling silence
And empty souls will reek with tearing skies.
Skies of log and venom, skies of cancer.
For he will breathe no more.
I have conquered him.
Such sprouting leviathan I am.
One day, you too will come to me.
Addah Monoceros.
Over the laundered carpet where his footsteps gaited
Right where the miscreant shadow seemed to bend
He glimpsed the radiant spheres where the necromancer waited
Her eyes, two charcoal rings woolly bears came to fend.
Defunct inside a promenade of rotting fantasy
Composedly she rested
The gleaming sapphires trapped him under dreams he could not see
Coquette, his siren left, with nothing but ribcage vested.
Such harshness pierced his reflection, now aching and throbbing
He had known his hands and words could her pureness offend
A vixen caught her eye and listened to prayers calling
A lullaby she sang to help her bruises mend.
But in exchange she conquered the innocents, his brothers,
She snatched them all and left him, as he watched her ascend
Hence in his arms into dreams she drifted, his lover
And all alone he wanders, in a world detrained.
Fifty years have passed and still no wrinkle on his face
No other humans left, his mirror his one true friend
Thus even Death abandoned him, breaking into a race
As he lives in the darkness of existence with no end.
Addah Monoceros.
