auctor

  With the flicker of the candle  The gilded light began to fade In the dusk of my solstice My restless spirit grew tame Held by the throat  By cold fists of valor Like glass my bulletproof  Temperament shattered As my breathing began beating in slow hums The vespers turned to seething at the sight of my treason The violent isolation that left me rabid and fearsome Is what prevailed as the beast and the angel rest in the same tomb The parlance was such An elitist twist of tongues It echoed in the chapel Like faith I couldn't afford I burned my bronzing armor In the fires that forged it Like a phoenix repertoire Even my bones grew tired of it Dressed down in black Holding your battle helmet Forced to surrender Because knighthood is torment As my plagued anguish rolled like pulsations It tore through walls of stone and injured my manifestations  The violent deprivation of my peace was the last train to leave The beast and the angel sat at the station waiting for s...