Underworld
Once I attempted to rescue you
from the Underworld.
Your father’s armies
stormed after me,
so I fought
tooth & rusted nail,
scraped & bleeding,
proving myself
& my undying love.
Never question
me beneath moonlight,
or in the throes of battle.
Never doubt my devotion
to your eternal happiness.
Darling, you’re burning
in the sunlight & I
am a fraction of a minute
too late to avenge you.
I cast my armor to the sea,
weep openly, bare myself
raw to my men
to encourage an uprising,
to form pawns
for my own revenge.
I taste the dregs of hell
as each dawn rises.
I hear your song of freedom
in the closing of each day.
I seek solace in my schemes,
peace in my plotting,
clutching your memory
like a sword in my failed hands.
With your name upon my lips,
I face the fire & make my last stand.
Thistle Thoughts 