Please Don't Judas Me

by Mark Miller

Night's wind o' whisper
Strangled sleep o' slumber eternal
Burned scars by hidden marks
Thy Mirrors thought lies feral

In quests last stance we reason for circumstance
Blank stairs craze vision of virtue-
Castaway – hell's permanent burden
Obscure Reflection points portrait of misfortune

Platitude uprising life over death
Mortal Knights driven into black decay
Missteps in mistakes fall easy beneath
Nothing gotten nothing gained forever he will stay

Passion for compassion scorned he must pay
Silent joy a still life constrained
Fate belongs to him as he becomes his fate
Self know er or self executioner a conflict eternal

Mark Miller

Last updated September 12, 2014