Oaks and leeches

So I chanted broken prayers

Under swollen suns silencing

All these faces you skinned me

From

And I thank you for the cryptic glooms

That drowned these wails with shambles

Of deserved deities and shrouded histories

That tore my pride sealing them with eternal

Manes, that mulled through thawed hearts

Hastened herodiously in Haughton heights

These nights so cold and whispers so raw

Ripped my eyes to the beauty bled through

Hearses, heaved in hays and fallacies flung

On barren leeks

On promised poles you saw my spasm and made

Me realize it was my neglected inflection to reflections

I looped with eyes unwary

May this songs, swivel the lies you lived, in the name of modesty

And hail to darkness that bled light on crosses so vile