Betrayal

Like words,
there are promises;
like promises,
there are lies.

My trust
never vanishes;
my love
never dies.

Unmake us

Prometheus,
unmake us;
we failed.

Bodies of mud,
once
as you made, and
sparked,
have dimmed
and muddied
in mind.

We kill,
expunge,
shed life
and lie, rested,
to rise, like
ravens, again.

Prometheus,
no more;
melt us.

Let this planet
not thirst
for death
anymore.

Resurrection

A life
replete with sorrows,
bleak days,
obsidian morrows
and a vacant face,
misunderstood.

A tired angel,
given to cry.

Soft murmurs,
warm and still,
touches
of a feather quill
and a painted smile
of sandalwood.

Attempts at joy,
fragrant.

Lifted
with the faintest jerk,
a flight of light
across the murk,
and a shriek of mirth,
long withstood.

Blessed me,
resurrected.