I have a reign
to trade for a ring
to mask my tattoo
of your windblown fame
blood still blooms in the kettle
children still dance for the wizards
I have a long day to spend
to bring me to my bruised knees
love is a lost art
art is a lost love
and the way we sing hymns
shows the angels how to spark
I populate a fishtank
with fortunes from cookies
gained during meals I spent without you
you wretched memory
darkness redesigns my eyes
and I pass away
with my hand
aching for yours