Blink of an Eye

I am the savior of disgrace,
the catechism,
to your pretty little face.

Given nothing,
to make me be something,
I didn't ask for this.

but a feeble rose,
plush upon the shoulders,
the dead man said unto me,
understand what never was,
ignore what can be,
the stars hold more prophesy,
than tea leaves,
or the rule of three.

the world,
gently balanced upon my finger tips,
so easily I could crush,
or cradle.

yet untold to the Siren,
screaming to the horizon,
no ships sail,
when darkness turns pale,
uplifted against the celestial face,
of Micheal himself,
glaring down to Hell.

it calls to me,
so let it be,
Darling Satan.

Temptation is so strong,
A God to the Weak,
Bow at my feet.

Fear what I never say,
the day will come,
upon the shadow of the sun,
darkness in the light,
shadows break the night,
listen to the wind,
as it whispers,
softly,
reading the names,
confined to the oldest pages,
of the book of life...

your name comes next,
like all the rest,
forgiveness,
comes too late.