When the Hour Fell Bleak

when the hour fell bleak
a rippling spied
the outlier

in ragged reproach

an artifact without
that spoke of adoration

ere a doting hope
its parting prelude

from where i now sit

in a cold eclipse
of dreariness
with mistled tears

spent aloft
these long planes
of bondage

i fondly resigned

my mind’s production
flashing its garish marquee
for all to see

disparity profound

were it not sustained
by wispy druids
of pigment piqued

no further

averted eyes
trained vigilant

this chronicle
of maddened youth

swore your rigid head

with never more
scorned a lustful red

as prideful irony
now reigns
in the void
of expectation

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