My lady
O, madame
you misunderstand;
a game is not law.
this dance is not a whim.
this skill is not a rival.
Those like you,
who say they want nothing
want everything
and it isn't this greed that
offended me, my dear,
it was the lies.
You have forgotten that
you made the right decisions,
met the right people,
crushed the insignificant.
The trees bent in the wind, and beneathe them
you ate, you rested, and thought of nothing.
but now...
your mind, and heart,
like your hands are vaccant;
vaccant is not innocent
Do you not recognise me, my eyes.
ask my eyes...
where the moon snakes;
where tongues of the dark speak like bones unlocking the future
that you never believed in, or didn't care to.
ask them who keeps the soul.
ask what is sacred, ask the lifeless.
Don't you get tired of killing
those who are already dead?
My lady, don't you get tired of wanting to live forever?