Behold a Silver Wraith (p1) Poem

[leviathanstaar]

Beatiful she comes bearing torch and crown of sun.
She offers love and light, and admits that we are one.

Her dress filled with coins as she insists it does not matter.
The first ray of truth , masqueraded as the latter.

From silver tounge she sings to us, "a candle, in the dark!"
She plays us songs of truth, but we grow weary of her haarp.

[leviathanstaar]

v 2. A horse called Guilt


Stomping down the grass, on shadows of the past,

hearts fill with rage, blood flows at last.


The coil strikes in fear as we choose our just discourse.

We will ride into fate on a three legged horse.

[leviathanstaar]

p3. Descending (a)

I thought of how to think, and then thought.

I realized it wasnt real.

I moved back and forth through time, knowing I had to be ever so careful.
How moving is it, that is which I cannot touch, lest I wish to drown in time.

You were me, and I was you, always. I was there.

Stepfather.
Sand in your eyes.
The apartment building where you decided to start asking questions.
Always there.

What is that thing? It's so distracting. Why does it need to be there? It's pulling me away.

I want it off me. Wait, it is my arm. Arm? Appendage. It lets me touch in 3D.
I dont care. It is disgusting. What is this thing....
There is more. More "bones" covered by liquids and flesh's and.......


Why did I come back here? This thing I'm stuck in, it is so very vile....
It makes me not know. It makes me take similar things and give them to my flesh. It is very disturbing.

I will document these returns, with childs eyes.

[leviathanstaar]

A splinter in my craw, and from it spits flies.

Your day become adrift with the arrows from my eyes.