With Only Virtue
Virtueless expectations had lingered within the brake
Pieces of a dream caving had proven as real as fake
Time had proven poison; a blandness virus of the pure
A reason lost to irony, desperation, fatal of the cure?
I saw the child, his skin milky and soft
The axis turned him sideways, his beauty forever lost
Psalms of the thief of hosts had lounged on light
The sun waked upon it but the rhythm it shall fight
I saw the child; his heart had lain on a slate
Like the day, its chambers engulfed by late
His voice touched a note that my fingers thoughtlessly neglected
A melody, sprung from the heart but it was void to the infected
His palms were so soft! His flesh as ripe as birth!
But I watch his figure dance away, a carcass within the earth
Within my sadness the soundless wave had left me to breathe
I heard the beating of my heart! Again, may I believe?
Within a desperate grasp like addicts I clung to its beat
But upon my acception my anchoring had left me at my feat
And awaited my rest to secure myself in priorities
My dreams had given me a chance to ignore these
But the sub conscience was an ocean, I submerged in sleep
Upon a mountain I saw him unwithered, aside I went to weep
And from the mountain the springs had begun to flow
Faster, the coven torn and I was forced to let him go
The stream led me to the ocean of memories, there I grasped one to help me float
I looked within it, I saw myself take the sword of Diana to my child’s throat
In surprise I released it from my grasp, a hunted bird desperately flew
And encountered with the ruin of the sun, I was left alone with only virtue
Lex
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