Never one to wonder what my soul is
Coalescing in the dark
Never one to take the toll in promise
I cauterized the mark
Their cross upon my heart
A crown of thorns upon my brow
The cross bars come apart
A buried oath I disavow
There within the hours
I called the names of God
Offer to the owls
I scratched a line across the laws
Underneath the barrows
Shadows in the light of flame
There within the stillness
I rolled at the beheading game
You never answer my questions
You only shuffled hands and tapped your feet
Yours the architecture
Of a smothered land with no breath to breathe
And at the calling of the lark
We take up arms and charge
Underneath the arch
We spread our arms across the tomb
The maqueriles in bloom
Another weaving of the loom
Never one to sleep in silent dreaming
I wake upon the dawn
Never to be unversed in the meaning
I state the denouement
My cross upon my heart
My scars spell out the holy names
The ghost ship disembarks
I disappear into the flames
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