Colorblind

The fire begins an ember beneath the eyes

Rises to consume the darkest of nights

Where the shadows ride, with their silver scythes

Those that would remove composure from exposure

Whose blackened skies hide the moon

And entice secrets to come upon clearings

Undress the wicked, impress upon the innocent

To darken their own horizons, to embrace the chaotic

Within them, to singe their eyelids

With the brightest of flames, to swallow the course

Of their lies, to wallow in the welcoming arms of the reaper

A penance for the impotent imaginings of the reticent

A reckoning for the impudent and weak, who claw only at the knees

Of the gods, I dress in the kindest facades, express

Death from behind the veil, that upon the last breath of the lost

They will know the call of all that approaches.