From a tower of despair,
that scars the sky...

A howl for moons
of fluorescent dusk...

Once upon a dreamy night,
with blank snow fallen thick...

***Simply put: To my Uncle Rob***
Painting the highways of teenage ache...

***Luckily...I just caught the sunrise as I posted...
Mind you...this is not specifically about today's...

Pour salt on funeral fires,
manequettes strung by devilish wires...

Bitter sweet,
like the cowering scent of decay...

A myriad of Dryad tears,
sipped from the eyes...

An enchantress,
gowned in black and silky dress...

Hail the fake angel Eve,
pretend virgin and mother cheat...

"And I look for the resurrection of the dead...
As the skies that are my skin...

***I really, really did not have a better title...
So....the title's crap, but the poem might...