In the light I see 

the beauty of everything 

until the sun leaves 

The fickle fates take

the best of us first leaving 

the dregs to remain 

Fairytale endings, 

at least with the Brothers Grimm,

climax in violence 

Intravenous 

pirate ships come to maraud, 

plundering your cells 

They can stretch, fill, and

tuck, but time will have its say

and tell its story 

Accords are cored by 

hollow words on hallowed ground 

stained with blood and ink 

Identity masked

by words meant to convey a 

truth that instead shrouds