You there, with your
time-warped insanity
Wings of snow
I do not admire your
golden horns
Your dexterity
I cannot see you for
a sage
Not a savant
I will not fight usque ad finem
My deference
My Dear, Reverence
I have no repose
For there is no time
For there is no Blessing in
My name, my life
No Blessing,
for I have lived abhorrently
Anathema is your name
To me, that is you
To me, that is who
I am to you
For I have fought,
with the wind and the sky
Ensuring your
up-most demise
Your quietus
In this time, I have
continued these fallacies
My misapprehension
You are mine,
my truth
Beau, not Anathema
Anathema will never be
You, who
is my Dear, Reverence
