Sinnacle

Siege-less ruler

can't fall over,

breaking the way of the shrine,

a page to play him,

tasteless, fame-less,

broken, the strain is run.

 

 

with a long wound spine,

the spell is cast to offer,

writhing full to burst

when the gift of life is won.

 

 

but the word,

how heavy they're wrote.

They taste so bitter,

as they weather the eye

and in the rye,

you've made enough loaves.