A Stalk Of Fennel

Strength and violence,

Their words deride;

But this vicious expense

My heart must abide.

Drive the wedge into this breast!

For love of mankind

God placed in a bind,

With scourge and isolation blest.

Adamant binds hands and legs,

Bonds were forged by Vulcan's fire.

In the cask of hope naught but dregs;

Outcast, downcast, an inverse spire.

Adrift, aloof, in this barren sea.

Alone - no love, no sympathy.

Only debris, each new degree

Of acceptance. Hope is empty.

The ocean's and river's daughters,

Serenade me while in these quarters.

In this torrid tempest, this undertow,

Sorrowful waves never cede, only grow.

This lonesome spell continues to swell,

A sea of solace betwixt paradise and hell.

I'm able to see, due to my gift of sight,

That: just like the artisan of the stolen light

This deep love of love, within this mold,

Will leave more than the mark of a cuckold;

Unseen scars of pain, though anticipated,

Hardly bearable when generated.

Fuck it! I took the spark knowing full well,

What awaited... This torment, this cell.

For had I not know my brother's case,

To bear the foundations of our mother and space?

Though now the wounds are borne 

With a heavy heart,

And at present the weight of the scorn 

Constricts joy's art;

In the future the Thunder's storms will clear,

So here I languish till that day draws near;

Bearing the incessant stress on the mind and the spine,

Till it's replaced by ambrosia and blood of the vine.

Composed By: A.D.