The Scar The Nail Made

Twist my fate around a nail
Listening to slumbering gods snore
Pilfering a second flame in love
Bitter burns answerless beauty
And here Zachariahs and I wait, wordless
Struck dumb at opened skies
Saying question no more these solutions
Aching soul and silence cries

I found you in the hollow
At the line drawn for the queen
In that place of quiet empty
That divides the consumation of my identity
Sever my heart and soul
Tugging at strings, watching beating arteries
Mind orates grotesque distractions
As Ida's city burns in the midstep of man's folly

Red haired Theseus holding Quixotes' lance
Dances in rain-fed silence
Watching while falling idol's given quest crumbles
Stars and water in their governance
Smile on Aristotlean students
Worshipfully kissing empty hands
And the finger on the trigger quavers darkly
At the howling moon's manic descrepancy

The Ocean is found as another insincere fountain of dreams
Rivers drop their wasing pennies in final breaths
These fervant pilgrams petitioning unheeding Posiedon
The waves lift up their heads in laughter
Mocking sardonically at another teaspoon in Vanity's sea
Like the walls of Mecca and the hands of jinn
As the whirlwinds assure us of armor's strength and arrows power
And we all fall down beneath salty hands and sigh

Thor's hammer clangs an answer to Pan
As his lute lilts a query on Achaian shores
"Thane of Cawdor, am I your new Banquo?"
Three swords, three nights,three shades of darkness
Awake now, look out upon the frolicsome sun
Reflecting glassy pools with Redemption's fire
Vain goatherd's fallen father vulturously glare
Rebellion's spark squelched by purer flame

Fear is quelled on Zion's height
Scar grows over broken lines
Wrinkles form around this laughter
Filling up these morbid glades
Rising on the harp strings of David
Answering the Lion's thunderous calling
Clarion of happiness pieces in Socrate's drowned out speaking
Holding blood, and You, and my falling safe

At the broken beacon's final falter
Hemlock closes lewdly snickering
Falls through a final query
Caves are opened and shadows die
In counterfiets betrayal, dust settles slow
Blue circles fierce clouds
Here the child holds his whispering candle
Chuckles at the falling rain