Zodiac

The Goat

The Goat

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Maybe you should've figured out what it was you were trying to build

Before you wet the mortar and laid the bricks.

Maybe you shouldn't have made your castle out of paper,

Or left your princess in the thunder storm.

In suck a flimsy fortress.

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Maybe you should've carved a mountain hollow,

A temple named with her name.

You should've immortalized her beauty in the un-moveable earth,

Taken her cherub face in your hands,

And as a lover would, told her that she is the glory of the rising waters.

The elegance of the humming wind.

The iridescence of the blue, blue sky after the ashy clouds dissipate from the sparkling dome.

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In spite of your accusations, I bear no anger, no ill will or resentment towards you,

But I'll have no pity for the weariness and regret etched deep in the lines of your face.

I'll feel no compassion when I see the swollen red of your eyes,

or the rawness of your nose,

or the gauntness of your cheeks.

I'll make no move to help you or tend your still-bleeding wounds,

But neither will I raise even one finger to destroy you.

I do not seek to avenge a somber princess.

I will not kill you.

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Why would I spare you?

Why do you deserve to walk with the living?

The warm and youthful.

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Your apathy is the greatest gift that has ever found it's way into my hands.

Your quiet cruelty -

Your fragile neglect is the diamond treasure of my collection.

The medal that is the only priceless heirloom I possess.

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Thank you for your indecision.

Thank you for losing.

For my gain.

For allowing me the opportunity to scrap through the soggy paper remains of your fallen palace.

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Your princess is safer in my arms anyway.

In my castle of strength and power and rock.

I can make your bonnie a queen,

And she'll be happy here among the steadfast granite of my mountain love.

My intoxicating vortex of infinite starlight.

The tantalizing promise of my sincerity and her cherished womanhood.

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She is not ignorant.

There is no desperation in her breath,

No gloss of need in her child-like eyes,

No pang of longing in her crimson heart.

So maybe you should've known what you wanted when you laid the foundation.

When you built a fortress in her name.

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You could only ignore her value for so long.

She knows her own dignity.

She knows to protect the beauty of her femininity.

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So thank you.

For her devotion.

For her virginity.

For her future.

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Because once she leaves your castle,

She will not return.

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Once she enters mine...

Forever.

She is gone.