Oasis Thin

Bent, made to break and be broken, a
stunned hush over all the pieces. Rose
petals, stained in blood, the Dragon has
called in his debt. Follow the jeweled body
down to the tips, frozen emeralds and
shattered ivory rubies scattered about her
hips.

Almond shaped eyes, colorless and
lifeless, flicker, struggling to regain some
semblance of consciousness. The stones
are rising to the surface, made weightless
by time's erosions, immersed in a
decadent veil of lies. Crescent moon
shines, the light spearing the darkened
night.

Slender fingers, meant for ivory keys, try to
grasp the last bits of life slipping through
this bloodied web. The veins seep love,
now dead from broken hearts and shattered
souls. A wire, held taught, drawing out
pain's violence to frenzied and frayed
nerves.

Wicked mouths, stained with the virescent
blood of autumn's leaves. Forgotten lovers,
blanched bones deserted by the Summer's
heat. Honeyed knives to cleave the soul,
render the mind cold as stone. Break the
bones in ebony quilts and shatter spirit's
womb.

Vanilla colored flowers drift down the
stream, the cool waters, iridescent in the
light of a burning moon. Stained liquid flows
about the interruption of its harmony. The
necessary means to the appropriate ends.
Here we will stand, frozen at the gates of
Hell's rebirth. Statues to guard the secrets
of silence.