a poem of dissent

9:25 AM |

Death of He of the Fair Eyes

Much thanks to you says he of the fair eyes

He quietly took me by surprise

To silently quell evening dew

And to threaten void and dark anew

Come with me says he of the fair eyes

Let me smite you with the remains of my demise

It sickens me that I would fall

To a force so small

He of the fair eyes continues to see

That I alone am the rightful key

If not for you he murmurs as quiet as the stars

To thank you to the one who will rule over ours

To sweep the land with shadows gray

And to be the one to bring back the day

So he of the fair eyes sings as he dies

I mourn for the one – he of the fair eyes!