The Tallest Spire
he cheaply sold his youth to one
his age he gave another
his own man he yearns for, yet may never be
near midnight at the tip of the tallest spire
he waits, a veritable male damsel in distress,
for his personal hell to come, his summons three
the first a searing agony tearing through his arm
the second a heart wrenching report back to the light
the third and final, another flight here where the wind doth sigh
the fear that grips his heart makes him blissfully unaware
of the frigid cold wind caressing his exposed pale skin,
yet he still knows the comforting peaceful embrace of the snow is a lie
below him now a school full of children happily sleep
not one knows what he is doing, nor what he has done for them
all dream of sugar plums that can dance and other such things of those sorts
tomorrow they will wake and find to their deepest joy
mountains of presents, of candies and toys
perhaps for the youngest of the first years, little toy forts
he leans back on the steepled roof, staring up at the waxen moon,
fingering a small portkey waiting for the word to be activated
why he does it nobody knows, it's just an internal strife
its always the same yet always different, this fear that wells within him
the loyal servant he must always play, yet should his true loyalties be found
it would not matter what he'd done, the one who took his youth would surely take his life
he feels sick, his stomach flips and flops and knots
he tries to swallow past the lump that makes it hard to breath
he knew it was coming, yet still he jumped when his brand began to smart
he closes his eyes, clears his mind, and wipes his emotional slate squeaky clean
he fits the silvery mask of indifference snuggly against his long face
it is all an act which he prides himself for, his own personal form of art
he vanquishes all kindly thought of the fatherly old man below
and turns them upon his worlds own personal red-eyed demon
he mentally rattles off the monologue to the latter he must say
he stands and with no more further delay
he breaths the word that will take him away
for he must away err before the break of day