the final purge

[jelefi]

I heard winds and felt the earth dither
bemusing perennials before plucking each velvety blush petal
yet, I've found a plentiful stream of muse to deface your brooding metal

the blackness heaves my soiled throat
demanding copper coins worth more than your tilted brow
each polished toss anchors the heel deeper in this labored ground

your fabled heart is lost beneath ash
spreading its wings of torment that hover low in a salted sky
as you choke on your own sputtered cinders in a seraphical disguise