November

"I am strong in my belief"

I am strong in my belief
that sweet November is a thief

a stolen heart, a captured smile
a conscience like a crocodile
a moon of blood
a sea of bone

the angel strewn on tomb of stone
the prolonged kiss
the fleeting bliss
and all the things that go with this

the words I say
the ones you won't
the things I feel
and know you don't

the mystic mirror 'guised as mask
the morphine lips that graced this flask
the soundless symphony of soul
the mourners bells that softly toll

With blood of red
and tears of blue
the movements of the sun and moon
that mark upon the snow so white

the unborn child that lost the right
to live
to love
to ever touch the stars above

to slip away into your arms
to know that wanting brings no harm
but when you need
what you beget is hell red greed

a softer hold
a blades embrace
to bask just once in beauty's grace
to slip away without a trace

I am sure November brings
a plethora of blighted things

O pallid lifeless fleshy tome
O beast what roams without a home
Oh beauty of the sin within
A broken smile the serpents den.