The Casual

The Casual

A Poem by Mistylake

Toxic siblings.

Admiring fields of diamond
While the blood dries on the grass,
And you ask, ‘Can it be true,
that so much time has passed?’
I say nothing, for I have nothing to say.
Staring at the war machines of times long gone,
My back to the devil, a sadistic sort of fun.
A bitter price to pay.

We run through deep green, feigning fun,
Much in the way we used to,
Before the pretence of hopeful eyes
Alongside, the hatred of darkened nights.
Like false stars, or undead elves.
A reality we create for ourselves,
That kingdom is gone.
Oh, but this evening shall not last so long.
I am no butterfly, this is no gleeful eye.
Sun and moon, day and night,
One burns bright, the other dies alive
Oh, to keep a cruel soul high.

So mind not I nor mend my eye
For I, have little doubt,
My beautiful demon, devout.
Play in the fields of fire.
Desire, desire,
Love is our funeral pyre.
Following black death,
We feed the flame.
Mend a heart, mend a life,
Mend a head, create a lie.
We two are not so uncommon
As to spend out time together, as one.

What are we worth?
The lies we make, or the hearts we take?
‘I remember that tree too!’, best not to,
For the branch was not alone as it snapped in two.

‘We’ve been here twenty minutes already.’, you say.
I feel it has been a mere century.
‘It’s your turn to walk him on his lead.’
The mask remains on, good boy Ozzy.

© 2018 Mistylake

Author's Note

Only a first draft so excuse any inconsistencies or errors. Xx

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This is actually compelling,great wordplay,metaphor and similie use
I can't help but get the feel of an incantation somehow
after all what siblings aren't toxic at times?

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