...with acknowledgments to Marc Bolan, 'True Blood', 'Stargate SG-1', and Hootie & the Blowfish.
The Hydra's Teeth
The dark rises in the east and envelops the day
As the Hydra’s teeth release him.
He lies heart-sick, eyes filled with gloom,
Through this night of a thousand lies.
Between the body and ascension
I see him tangled in blue,
And even the sound of his footsteps is sad
Along the length of the Corniche.
And deep within builds a roar
That strips leaves from trees
As he stands naked and remembers,
While the horizon closes in.
You won’t, will you?
It doesn’t feel right.
You should though.
Will you?
Empty photo albums of uncollected memories
Will let him start again.
Slice away his sadness.
Wash off the day, wash away the night.
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