Nevermore

how softly the corner turns us. our eyes still full of places yet to come.

the monsters seldom gave chase. though we sometimes wish they had.

stranded in the absence of something to hate.

slouching toward paradise in bloody gowns. our hollow kingdoms still burning. 

even as the last of their fires is extinguished.

we play the thief. though there is nothing left to steal.

we continue to give. though everything has been taken.

we wear the truth in jagged crowns. 

smiling as the blood runs downs our faces.