Spider me nowhere
On an endless trek to rapture.
Grow me long, grow me bare.
Twisted, bold, start a new chapter.

//

Demo my love, my strength,
My heart, my mind, my peace.
Stare at the map, see my length.
My pace is flying, no cease.

//

I'm amid the crossfire of hate
Of doubt, of stunt, of pain.
I stretch far, patience can wait.
Know the desert sears hesitation and shame.

//

A sea of blood awaits in the North,
Between lost shadows and dying pyres.
Heed me, simply I still venture forth.
Color me a spit of misery and barbed wire.

//

A stump lies ahead in the vast,
Scared and disgraced.
Desperate, weathered from sandblast.
No tribute dare stand in her place.

//

Why? How? I'm measly on my own.
Lavender in spirit, but coursed with qualm.
Her trauma begs, but what is my condone?
A headache rings, shall my truths be palmed?

//

Perhaps a warning, one of late.
A disguised presentiment of a false end.
Is what verges beyond a dismal fate?
Or is right here, right now my purpose is to tend?

//

I wish to move forward
And live the future nearby.
But what decision should I lean toward,
When staying means I could die?

//

I may be minuscule, I may be ravaged,
A soul cries for help, yearns for rebirth!
I choose to be not cruel, not savage.
I sacrifice myself for this piece of earth.

//

"Crawling in the supernal,
Somewhere within the darkness of God's eyes.
An angel will find us and we will all fall,
Merciless and disappointed with our lives of lies."

//

Startled, betrayed, the stump takes me away
Plants me in her soil, her spirit dissipates,
And I am left astray.
The North is something I no longer anticipate.

//

In a scorched and slaughtered orchard,
I will grow anew,
In sound, in able, in power.
I stand stranded, could my kindness strew?

//

Centuries pass, I age,
My branches unadorned.
I sense the desert remains in rage,
And I realized the angel came earlier than warned.