Fortress

to fail to fulfill
to be false

the seeds of deception

the dark torture of shadows...
...and whispers

the gentle wrap of smoke...caress and lie.

but I have walked amongst your veil
I have seen the black geese
as they tend to empty fountains

I stood high
and in corners
watching
the nervous peal of desperation

a weed will always follow a flower.

fermenting.

and I stand before the brigade
the quiet nervousness.
the offense.

the smell.

and the whispers always fall
in shards
away, and violent.

and there is destruction.

for these walls cannot be climbed
but there will be ash

as it is time to burn the village

and rape.

for there will be a clear day.
in silence.

and the lost built a ladder
and scaled the fortress walls
and more seeds fell
and more walls grew

flints of light
and logic

permission for death

for they will never ignite these walls

...but it's true how it burns.

walt cassidy