Mercy o' me
Fallen being with timid timepiece
Drowning in a sea of black liquid
Hell's flames quick to reassemble
the potent potion of harmful words.
Quickly, they are drawn, swords from chariots fire
wicks in a box of dreams, sullen, saddened faces
commence in half- empty ships, sun up, running
free, wild savages break me in two, torn beauty
Tears spew from the chivalry, the dark eyes drowning
deep into the shades of sky, the birth of hatred spilling
from waterfall cheeks, and leaves its grave of death.