Final Night of Fantasy

Sighing to break.

(o)

Calm the water’s edge.

Leave cracked moss-wooden,

the green enclosure’s heart,

to misty spray of a black stag’s hard breath.

Learn the forest,

sky mirrored,

a crystal river.

(o)

Blood colored red-wood holding my sword to its body,

and the silver-haired demon’s head balanced on the steel edge.

Mutilated corpses encircle the Elven meadow,

dear evil tongue may never sing again.

The world is infested for the ugly, too contaminated with the darkness of evil,

For us of holy belief to let it stand here among the Christian Realm.

Here behind the leather I stand iron,

but bone within trembling with a grim pressing mask to my veins,

the cry in my blood and the cry in my arms,

this bundle cradling new sears into the newest black burning hell of my years.

And yet such is life’s giving intrusion,

to your intentions-

youth instruction-

mine are heart-felt tears for the dead.

-KNRY