in the wells of misery

in all your twisted ways,

where

only a mist

in slow stillness

sways

in all your crossroads

where

tomorrow's faith

didn't 

came along

in sin's marveled, from a topmost arch

blazing the acacia trees

like an autumn lament

of a forgotten forged zeal

to honor & condemn

all treachery,

the overwhelmed fiery servants

are snuffling the tyrant, and signaling the ending of it all

with their dancing reels

no absolution

you'll find it here

from all your

thunderous

madness inside

through

the divisions of thanatos

a snake of eden,

waits to interlace

patiently

crawling slaves

ghosts of bewilderment,

haunted half life's

formed

from the past

(revolting deeply through the fire)

reveled from the entrails

of this earth

the highest moon

shines away

- the farthest dream

( to astray the lamb, from the herd)

a nightly reverie

unveils

where the promised

flame prevails

a memory divine

yet forgotten,

remains

among

all morbid misfortunes

and enshrined

in this wells,

-  the wishing wells

of our misery