Last+Rites

Engulfed by tar, the sticky ebb, the seeping sinew of spider’s web, Suffocates my cryptic wings, into my ears, poison it sings. It flails as horses, wild at night and on my helpless skin shall bite, Whilst clawing at my failing chest, it will not cease ‘til I’m at rest. I beg forgiveness from my sins as unrelenting black begins To cloud by face with mercy none, I pray my bonds from pain undone. A shadow creeps and hides my eyes in Grey and soon I paralyse, Fixed in place with endless fear, Not from one twisted face a tear. Sudden spurts of gold do pierce with a scolding light so fierce, My stormy world is brought demise, And in death, at last, I Rise.