Valak

Swinging low now, light in its bitter. Deranging valak, love; it is sleek Crescendo in poise but a knock at my door... A river runs although the flow is time- And tears are a tide, Pulled forth by the moon stained in rust, Thereafter pushed back to space, back to lust. There is only a wait- For what is lost to versaire... Rapid a glimmer is wading at night. I see below a treasure titanic, Bolstered in ice like its blue is my heart while I'm manic... But see, friend to my honor, I grip to a cusp- Wishful, but entwined to the night like a hex. Grand to my cradle, I bemoan in your death. I grieve and profess but plead for no more than a stint of your measure... Well I bleed, but I breathe/ For that I give hope. Though sure as hope has faith, My lungs have weight, But my blood has been down at my knee.