in the wells of misery

in all your twisted ways,

to 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 acacia tree

like an autumn lament

of a forgotten forged zeal

to honor & condemn all our 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)

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