Jun 10
Leave Thy Sight, My Sheriff
Skies of light turned into lies; Many oppressed and remains mound In hollow red of the Other’s wound. Echoes below tread churning cries
From his Lover, mourning in blue, Caressed his crevice-bleeding head. Red stains smear his hands full of hues, Yet he was his Sheriff to led
Righteously to all in the end; He failed them and shot from above. The lover — a fooled Reverend Witnessed his once requited love
Unrighteously blighted somewhere High by a shell at his Other. For his precious, left a long stare — Drawn to suffering together.
Tears swell; he can’t stay longer. To his male-Other, he muttered, “Quell thy eyes and rest mine, my light. Thou shall now lie and I leave thy sight.”
