Weeping Willow

Death,who seeps Night, cradles his crimson scythe
and blades the torrid winds.
to sage comprehend is to ride jujitsu and crown the ninja,
losing at Meiji's game.
deceit conjured in jaded puzzles kiss at my silver feet.
completely evanescent at the Dragon's conceit, yet crazed
sugarplums trample my mind;Psyche fills with ripped pain,
while deranged curses drown sublime happiness in dimensional paradigm.
and glory shimmers,emptied from hollow vials once filled with saintly prayers.
Glistering snow curl on my window frame and sing blistered tears to the Soho sun.
hollow moon winks at Sane's Partition,with a sadistic smile to torture weak souls.
vermilion owls screech tattered curses to spiny prey.
They perch in a merose willow,scarlet with tainted tears.
vultures,velvet plumed as the Night Raven, greet the craven in his infinite
wisdom of pain.
I see a rip in the vortex skies,looking at the reflections of heaven in crystal clouds.
God peers and graciously smiles at earth as the winds whisper praises.
This is life.
Life, so quaint, stretches forth her rigged limbs;her leaves crackle.
this willow who weeps hope,stands underneath God's hand,cradled in His wings.
To fly away to a distant dream, a merry vision of the promise laid at hand.
To live life for God and to save man.
the Night bleeds delusion and sorrow on all who breathe prayers to the Most High.