“Noble Absurdity”

Glass floors and iron teeth,

people made of stationary.

This is what he dreams about.

A cat that’s lost his grin,

an eagle with no eyes,

a throne divine,

and a map that never lies.

What does it mean?

Golden skeletons with white crowns,

laughing upon stallions made of blood.

A prince with one arm,

standing amidst the chaos,

clutching a black ribbon.

He’s full of despair,

alone in this fight.

But it’s just a dream,

right?

“Grain of Perception”

There she stands,

a pillar of salt,

an obelisk.

Her lungs were taken from her,

because she looked back.

She with her eyes like desert pearls,

now covered in sand.

How dare you,

dripping ink on her canvas like she is something to be written. There is no story here.

No one wins the battle and the war does not exist. It is only her, standing there forever because she dared.

And when the night finally falls, tears drip from fingertips,

only you do not get to be the one to wipe them away.

“Life’s Pestilent Design”

Night tolled,

a quiet enrolled,

like a carpet beneath their feet.

Knights doing battle,

a malignant routine,

like a dance in the firelight.

Fright laughing blissfully,

a goddess in black silk,

like a cruel winter breath.

Plight looking down at the scene,

a girl in a green dress,

like a summer-seeking weed.

Light weeping over a fallen knight,

a boy with red in his eyes,

like a panicked deer.

And in the sweetest of whispers,

the whole world came,

undone.