I would bear the brunt
Of your tart tongue just
To kiss your sweet lips

I would bear the brunt
Of your tart tongue just
To kiss your sweet lips
May the pain and shame
Rain down on me so
You might be spared
Somehow I was the last one
Who cared, after everyone
Forgot. Even you gave up.
But I persisted, to my
Injury and regret, for
Some unknown motivation.
There are moments I get stuck
In, for years and years. It’s just
Endless recrimination.
Tension wracks my body, slows
My steps, my breathing is in
Agonizing gasps; I live.
I would not be a mage of
Any worth had I not burnt
Every tome before you came.
You may torture and kill me
But you will never learn the
Secrets of my mystic arts.
Though I am a mighty king,
I am an illustrious
Prisoner of this mantle.
If my strength should fail, even
For a moment, I will be
Executed by next moon.
Cry not for rescue
While there is fight left
In your heart and bones
No chains shall bind me.
No cage shall trap me. I will
Ever defy you.
I awaited the
Descent of Seraphim to
Protect me. Instead,
I got the shit kicked
Out of me. Later, when I’d
Healed, I resolved that
I would become that
Angel for others who was
Never there for me.