Peril at the knife

4/13/15 

Still mine eyes have site for one that can never be seen. Still mine heart has beats for one that can never be felt. Oh great is the anguish laid upon the altar of undying. Languish in the pit of despair until the ending of days. Blacken the hands and arms which cannot hold. Minstrel sing the songs with wrong words. Tell the story never told right. Long into the day the forever night. The long dark, the demon's paradise. Practice hard the cold winter, the frost bitten hope. Kill the reason and the reasoner. Lay low the fields of Avalon. Never more amber waves of grain. Not for one time to taste the whip. Spare time only rend flesh from bone. For this is the King of pain the Queen of torture. The kingdom of sorrow. Get thee behind me hope. Silence the most skilled optimist. This is not your fairytale. This is not your darkest night. Salvation for some. Absolution for others... None for me... This is but one man's life. Peril at the knife.