Regrets
Regrets
Who sinksdecays Who dreamsbetrays Beastflowerforest Timesnowwhip The heart of the edge Is the border centered The wisp of the mist Is the dark of the void The key is the wasp The gardener gases Go with the flower To the grave you choose Go with the game You can afford to lose Love the creature Youll learn to hate Hate the emptiness Death creates Burn the words You never heard Accept the silence Of the herd Wither the weather That worries you Whisper a curse For every kiss you missed Shout insouciance To ready heavens choir Of wired, prostrate castrati Retreat from the kingdom You came to conquer Whose inhabitants In spite of your best efforts Managed to stymie you And your brutal warriors too.