Be Still

And so the diamond walls came falling

striking ground with bursts of white 

And jagged edges lay it weeping

slay it keeping rays of breaking light

“The king has come” cries wildly each velvet shred,

The aching red

A gore clutched in chromatic glass

“The king has come”

Steep fragments clench their jaws

And so embellished cradle ruptured

Waste will foster in the cracks

and echo to enduring fables

each their long-indwelling end

A faceless portrait, tomb, and hearth, of callow queen

Absent the scene

hereafter shatters rumble deep

“Sing hollow Queen”

Sing fables, come to pause

And so the silence carries thickness

Hushing mute a single wail

which might have cried from some young frailty

Who lay stricken in jewel rifts

Author's Note

Be Still (The Diamond Heart)