Scorpio Palisades

I search in between pages

For what once could be found

Between your eyes.

Your words like knives thrown

In the dark at unknown targets.

At the end of the conquest

Lies a Scorpio palisade.

Thus lies my heart and the

End of the crusade.

Lies and lines—angst and

Conviction.

Downcast eyes, looks of surprise,

I wonder which one is the victim?

The headless, the deceased, the

Crony on his knees.

Imagine my karma to have been all three.

Only a being such as she would

Have such a grim-kindness.

An enchantress by her nature,

A seductress in her likeness.

Acapella tones under a

Capricorn moon.

Murder she wrote, as my

Own death soothes me.