Friends of Fire

The wasted Riddle

Friends of fire
Friends of
great wasteland
Sister of Marian
You never cared

Oh Babylon Rising
I was more than wrong
The blind elemental
Of the Scarlet Woman
That
For me
Never Existed

Through tempered fire
And Pain forged before me
I behold secrets and lies
That I was Never clever enuff
To bare or endure as Now
Your purposeful silence
Is absolutely both poison
As well as deafening

The wasted Riddle or
Rather Answer discarded
As nonsense with so so
Many wasted words and actions

If Intent
was a valuable commodity
I would be among the Richest
Of Men, building hollow castles
In the Sky, for you and I
And never once, did your arrow
Miss …. It’s KILL Shot

So colour me pale
Before the moon
As lifeless breath
Tried to Hold
What was
Once
Good
New
&
Exciting

I really
Did
Love
You

πŸŒ’πŸŒ•πŸŒ˜
~MB93
🌹

Published by πŸŒ™ Crescent Moons πŸŒ™

Poet, Author, Musician, Spiritual Alchemist, Magick

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