DEUS MORTEM------------------ DEATH GOD

She  is a gravel-voiced trap
declared that grave no longer saved

I wonder now as story folds
beneath an orb stolen cold
amongst  phantoms loved and lost
listen while selling you the cost

Hermit deceased from the shell
fearing life
buried inside a weeping play
cursed beside your stillest day
nights comfort given
as I reached to steal the welded vision

Do you
hear
that voice in brittle dust appear
cracking age on the bones retreat
flowing sticky with crimson drowning
I release the hour trapped