The Scream of Ravens

There is one dark light in the firmament
Brewing poison, it hangs watchfully
Waiting with hunger for the first sign of breakage
The first scent of vulnerability
Uncoiling in slippery skilled determination
Seeking ingress, seeking blood
He is the sleight of hand l hung my heart on
The secret lie that skinned my soul
Fall of the house of hope
Gutter liar looking at his next victory

Innocence you will die beneath him
Every touch will rob you of sanctification
In the temple of naïveté he is a streetwise hustler 
Born of a killing moon
Drunk on theft as he cuts through defences
Needing fresh meat, hunting game
He is the deceit, the gaslight 
The rending of my sacred veil
Fall of the castle of faith
Sleeping well as he has no heart

I had sandcastles in my eyes
Glass lilies in my hands
He nonchalantly crushed them all
Smeared his name across my beauty
And laughed
“Lighten up, baby” 

But tides turn and mermaids call 
Now the beach is deserted
Storms boil the ocean, purging
I cast his name into the liquid fire
And end this
“Namaste, baby” 

There is one dark light in the firmament 
Amid clean clouds of evening it coils in contempt 
He shall not see me, he shall not touch me
For him, no more my blood
With the screams of ravens l have flown again
Turned from his flowing bitterness
I found a little light of promise
New belief in the budding of me
Resurrecting tomorrow
As l will it so mote it be.