cut from a longer project,
A word of caution on the wind
the heroes among you all have sinned
A pack of lies comeĀ for a price
he sold his honesty for vice
and lies he now in death’s throes
and made of lovers mortal foes.
where once skulked life it lies dormant,
missing as the soul’s informant: the heart
not granted yet dwelt in despair
of a promised future that is not there