3:00 pm:
Still no signs of resurrection
It has been so long
since you last departed.
Another hard battle
fought and won
A professed evil
defeated at the hands
of guileless Good’s
grace.
And yet,
despite your
parasitic nature,
I need you still
to do the tasks
I cannot.
You,
with your dark
and twisty ways,
who could all at once,
shatter the world
and moments after
it's breaking,
pick up the pieces
and form it even finer.
A weaver of
Beautiful
Decay,
you are.
You
spin words
I can no longer
live without.