IN THE SERVICE OF HEAVEN

the morning star's fall

AN ENDING WORTH THE BLOOD

there must have been a time before the sunrise when we were happy in the dreams we painted on each other's skin

there must have been a land where all of our illusions, made flesh with our unseeing eyes, melted in the face of our ancestral sin

for there is beauty in the gaze of death, 

like wounded soldiers drawing their last breath. 

for when the hero draws his sword, with halos painted on his armor, it is to piece together all these shattered pieces of the world, this splintered, frail glass to mend

but, what is all that bleeding for, if when the sunset comes the only thing we see besides regret is all that tragic, strangling end

and then, the breaking of the world we know

which saw its death some centuries ago

—the end of in the service of heaven—

guys we did it! thank you so much to all of you who have gotten this far with me in this collection, which i thought was going to be a total failure but which ended up being a great experience. 

im still going to keep writing poetry, just in a different book which will be called the great masters (its going to be different, but i think you might like it) it will be published once this book reaches 2k. 

but for now, thank you once again for all the love you've shown me guys! 

*throws a smoke bomb and sashays away*