i slept upon the moonlit night

i sat at where the shadows warm

the darkness felt the coldness numb

and fell upon my wounded arm

i sat upon the windows sky

i ate the anger from my tears

and years of love informed my cry

and hate the burning stench of years

i bathed in starry'd blues beheld

i raped the smiles of looming builds

the ache of art had smoothed the blade

that smelled of carcass rot decayed

i weeped in slowly salty breath

the looming towered arrow flies

and knowing love consumed by death

gives sound to trumpet blooming dies

i sat upon the death of night

as one sits lonely on a throne

to ponder living conscience what

the rosy thorn hath always known