Upon A Time

I’m living in night,
with the rush of the wind
my best friend.
A player of women,
of fortune,
of cruel mercy and life.

It’s not right to play God.
Are the fatal cards
I deal
the embodiment of such an act?
Blasphemous,
scornful of the heavenS
scarring of my soul?

Standing on the farthest edge
of a chasm of lust,
that of hate and love,
the sky won’t answer
when I scream why.

I lost my way a long tIme ago,
so far back that I can’t
crawl out of the depths
of my errs
to even remember what it was like.

RetributioN.
Once upon I time
I thought that meant reward.
But vengeance and reward
have never been synonymous
until this life I loathe.

I’d fall to my kNees
in the house of painful remembrance,
if in the diary of my soul
there was still room to write.
But the future is
as set in cold stone
as the commandments
that I have abandoned.

Broken rulEs,
broken soul,
the compensation is just.
The figures below,
the shadows of my velvet underworld,
beckon, seen from my visage.
I think it is time to join them.

Behind me is standing the
hope of my past,
as broken as the man that sees it.

Before me lies the
hope of nothing,
because the path has narrowed
too far too stray.

The last chance to turn away
lies behind too far to see,
because I foRsook it again,
twice upon a time.

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