Windblast
if it were a breath it would have been stolen
where the blasphemous children tarnish words of peace
every sundry glance were eyes of hate and reckoning devils
i had seen the evil coming from a distance
and in a missing moment they have become a flood
surely never do wells and liars come lately but dead minded
and then my skin broke from my bones like paper becoming ash
invisible i am to this world becoming the windswept willow
and the demented pass disinterested but disturbed the undead anger
pardon for peace the interleaved immaculate plague
incomplete souls and degenerate parsons of malice
i would never visit if it were that i could leave
ever unto the ghosts whom cannot be swayed
never unto the specters that hold no anchor but in nightmares
when the thunder comes it is carried only by sound
like angering mountains and dangerous waves most fatal
even force can make dust of mighty pillars to put through colanders
all unhallowed to the retribution of time
the wilderness of wind can be the forests of war and space
over everything that is over the mortal world and yet more unrequited
similar to share the air with those who think the most unfair
and ominously carrying the Archangels, the Valkyrie of seem
not only winged but with knives to latch the wind for greater speed
after the demons and the flippant rain the mouth of hell has no fury for them
deluge replete a spinners gold and other elements of the light
recourse to run a daydream into a thought and watch the detritus life
weaker than none but circumstance in suspect happened upon a certainty
but in due time the duly raging moments will decay before creation
and before the court of such solitude will wretchedly wither like rags
there is no message before the beginning of the end
to each the onus operand to the only give without source