Black Thursday (Rep.)

There was a kingdom, there was a thread bound by Love; now it rests without peace, its last fiber, weak, and fragile hypnotically dangling to and fro... tick-tock, tick-tock; third hand... dreams eye rapidly moving, like fire on silk and, here I lay alone in chambers, under cold sheets, awaiting the stroke, with rue and angst, dyslexic midnight, by clock or by date, tick-tock, tick-tock; Numerals astern, twelve or twenty-one, sequence no matter, symmetric and fixed like eyes of the dead, the blackness encroaching; now, heart-bloody breathless, there be no life signs as the Bishop arrives; Last Rites, Corpus Christi, dominus vos biskum; see the slap happy people from the great Cast, cheering, what a circus in the midst of sparked isolation; and, peace then finds one, while misery the other, such a circus in motion saw the big tent flailing- to the late night gusts, as the spirited carousel takes it's last lonely lap; the steeds fall hard from their pole impaled dance; like a capriole caught in flight stumbling over the fence, each one, one and all, bloody wood-cracked to death; "there be no looking back", says the Bishop to the Knight; for the Queen, she'll survive. The King? Now merely her Pawn; time it moves cruelly, not a moment for lament, for rue pique or pathos, still the kingdom bears Life... just not here, anymore, as Cause and Consequence like a caisson...rolls along, while a Princess breaks ground to a newfound day's fancy, a kingdom she deems worth the saving and the keeping for whatever fortnights pass to possess and to behold- dreams of love, dreams of life, or could Life be just a dream? Time is ticking, day's move fast, tick-tock, tick-tock, twilight dies hard in glaced blue ice, and midnight, the twenty-first, or twelve-twenty-one, encroaches like a comet, from the darkest of space; December's black Thursday, so dank, disturbingly haunting, one can only hear the clock's, maddening final moments, of a kingdom out of time; and the silence of Death, memories cut the dirt, loves lifeline in time forever lost, forever dead; tick-tock, tick............ FjR-MMXVIII