A Mistake


Like a step taken too soon, and cold
hard concrete meets the teeth:   flowing
      iron-taste fills the mouth;
   now you cannot
           speak.
Nor should you:   you betray
a true intention falsely fulfilled.

Keeper of lore unsuited to man’s mind,
Enough to send a common fool screaming
Mad into the bleary drunken night.

      and a symbol of passion’s play
      dances elfin ’cross your sight
      as you speak the damnèd word:

   Crippled chaos unleashed
   in private display of indignation.

Now you can’t believe your eyes, this cold
blue light that meets your sight:   realisation
      that lines wrought in innocence
   brought you to
            the bloody brink.

   So close your tome of falsehood,
   and let the sweet madness still.


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