That which captivates your gaze has shifted.
It’s in the dying embers of imperial dreams,
fading from where once a fire was in your eyes.
Frigid tones emerge from the mouth of a conqueror
who once commanded flames at the tip of his tongue.
In the raining of artillery blows,
that which captivates your gaze has fallen,
set to expire on the outskirts of an existential plight,
and it is here where you have placed me.
Foes at the gates race about the desolate grave of humanity,
yet here is where I am placed to remain,
as a motion from the other side finds its momentum
and the turbulence casts you to a distant fate.
How am I not to charge into the same destiny?
Are you to forget the purpose to which you have been assigned?
Caressing in the hold of a spell,
I vie for a meaning in a lesser that has found a gilded domain,
replacing a king’s colony with something cloaked in gray,
defying the resistance and the clarity of our vision,
rendered black and white perfectly at conception,
now scattered into a separate sense of self.
Mending a fractured figure in the hold of my spell,
I recall the swords shot straight from your irises—
The final act of command delivered into my hands,
the consequence illustrated plainly in undressed words.
In her small form lies a secret.
I find myself close to finding a secret
and the reason your life has swayed.
It was duty from birth to sacrifice for the greater good.
It will be duty now to sacrifice for your greater self,
protecting the reason for marching into obscurity
where my hope for your safety descends from my grasp.
What I would pour out for you I will pour out for her.
Every reservoir drained.
Every channel unleashed.
Let the power exit me or let me wither.
No future is gilded until I see your light stand again.
( ❤ Mitch)