For Us To Dance As Ravens

for you, immortal son of weathers caged

age comes now creeping flesh of burning womb

the chanceless farming sun-seed for the level land

hearts of bone cracking sun as the faceless grip

tightens earth and moon to crystals gaze.

for you, immortal daughter of mapless trees

grows atlas eyes as antlers walk unhindered

as blind as blood as floods the madmans mind

once bright as flame as tall as muscles murmour

now shaped as scissors limping like a whale.

for the life that dipped its' wishbone in your silence

I to have dreampt of death in our quiet room

alone aside the moth-maid for my lantern

flighting corn uncommon to my spoon;

for me, the son of placid love-nest in a dull dream

bathed in red milk gifting sponge and whisper

the crisp night air as cold as winters thighs

now wraps his fabric high above the sequins of my mist

my curtains drawn and quartered in a blood-cell;

for the life that shaped its' colour to your eyes

I to have seen the henchman taste the venom of disguise

now sun and moon rage war this circled passageway where hides

the duelling seeds not once we dared to spy;

for us, the son and daughter to the plague

witnessed tallest tales as told in playwrights den

we are two alone in our dark room of endeavour

a moth-maid to my merry-aches of fever

we will dance to death as Ravens in our cage;