How did I come here
expecting your carved blessings
to extinguish this uproar
I've been training in my bones.
-.-
This land of rising stones
they chip away
my cup of fertility,
the sourness causes
a dry, faceless echo.
-.-
You delight yet you have
not seen my saddest hour,
your blades of terror
are to hotly rebuke,
and push you under
the moanings of your
hatred. Now, I settle
as they feast on dainty
subtleties, your name
a mockery, blackened
in bewitched tea leaves.
