The View

Come along to the view.
Feast on meadows of dew.
Surrounded by broken limbs
And spilled crimson dreams.

Lay steps on
The terrace unwinding,
With shivers contracting.

Ode to the..
The lost soul of man,
The corruption of children,
And the clipped wings of dames.

All cries of mysterious blame
Vicariously re-shame,
And reframe
Notions of blue skies
And painted sunshine.

Beauty in flesh decays,
While wickedness
Appraises the day.

Among the balcony grove.
Alone with a view.
Fleeting sincerity
Creams wounds.

Alone.
Untouched.
Lovely whispers
Blow smoke
Into the hollow reflection
Of a maze untamed.