Through demoniac eyes, clouded by fear
Babbling streams are blinding to peer
The lover then curses, heart pained pallid
Slashing veered verses in many a ballad

Stories were told, now buried and shelved
As love is wise, beyond wisdom itself
Struggling to break illusions of doubt
The nobody, a bearer, refined by true shout

Shut were the eyes of the mind of beholder
Peeling back layers, too hard to once shoulder
Crashing ways open as gust through fine glass
Splitting the grey from whistle of brass

Blood on one’s knees and tears in one’s palms
Through sundering blade, animus void of qualms
A curse now blessed of work is possessed
To aid the world of the dispossessed

© Sayer Teller

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