My eyes bedazzled
24 March 2024

Eyes downcast
The moon spoke to me
Of her past
Silvery
when her rays were more than words
homecoming of birds

They call shrill
nesting to declare
I survey
birds of prey
Their claws rake my window sill
for my wits to snare

Tomorrows
neat as sleek primrose
they spell hunt
with knives blunt
The sharpening on the knee
my white bones to see

Sense the blair
It smells monsoon’s flare
wars to win
through the din
Pouring rains wash off the bloods
unruly the floods

Weather dreams
inside out it screams
Dead the king
song to sing
the banshees wail upside down
downfall of the crown

The sun sweeps
its rays stricken bare
dragon sleeps
in its lair
My prince for now bedraggled
my eyes bedazzled

Reading of the poem:

Imagine Dragons - Children of the Sky (a Starfield song)