when I finish

Springfield OR

Description

I am fighting against this Ancient Dark being beaten by every turn but somewhere, being ruined, I think I was true I showed the ghastly real face of myself to all and people reeled from what they saw me, this, all of me, the dancing blood framed in dark I know in the red of me I had enough love for worlds I was born with a limp, too afraid to dance but this hand of mine ends with a sword my poetry is a violent thing, because it is too true when I finish what I have to say, I will die