A Kingdom of Souls

I

I have stood upon the rock and gnashed my teeth

Below me, a million veins pumped to

Personalized rhythms of demise

II

While hills grew up around me in rings preordained

A vision of decay was all that remained

No fire of spirit kindl’d to fight or succumb

Only my numbness withstood the heat of the sun

There are ancient mysteries, lives in these stones:

Some that I’ve loved, while others unknown

Writ in the leaves foolish fates entwined

“We are victims all of the witches of time!”

Souls meant to seek them for years soon shorn

Or others to weep ‘til blessed all distorts

Follow me not, young lovers at home,

There will always be clouds, wherever I roam

III

Creatures of habit, malice and spite

Tread far into dreams, the mission to blight

The fantasy reigns and milky moonlight

No hope here retained for those who do right

Heroes, move on, and lovers escape

Run for the dawn, where smoke is the wraith

These plums are bleeding, the insects retreating

To kingdoms they’re leading, where hearts stay beating

The world is folding beneath my heel

And yet this stone will never yield

It will stay fast to weep like the willow

For I stand upon it, and I will it so