Twilight

Gouge my eyes
Tear my hair
Skin me alive
Leave me out
In the sun to dry

Skin scabbed over
Hardened to iron
Blood clotted robes
From refusing to fold

Stoic poker face
Upon heaven’s Jack of all trades
He is God’s Kingly Ace
And through life’s muck he wades
In search of the Queen of Spades

For him she’s saved a spot
In her cemetery’s lot
A freshly dug plot
With a headstone of bleached bones
And a coffin of black volcanic stone

When he arrives
Neither dead nor alive
“Mi amor!” he cries
Gazing unto her deathly eyes
Glowing crimson upon carbide
Sparkling saffron and vermilion
Like sunset upon the horizon
Stippling the ocean

She peers unto his heart’s hole
Therein beats his mortal soul
A hundred carats of carved diamond
Hewn from molten Earth’s mantle

He collapses into her arms, outstretched
And she combs the hair upon his head
“Peace be upon you, my knight,
You have bested your Earthly plight”
With heartfelt relief he sighs,
Her cloak veiling his sight
The day gives in to night.

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