Monday, 6 February 2012

The honorable Curse



This ring sits upon my finger like molten gold
Sitting upon lava.

It is there to be seen and to
Be treasured in the eyes
Of the prey - stalking me

Like a thousand soldiers
Stalking an enemy.

It keeps me sane.
It keeps me controlled.

This ring sits upon my finger like molten gold
Sitting upon lava.

It's a curse that
We all one day obey by us all.

It's an honour.

It's dedication in the darkest hours.

It's chaos, and blunder.
Showers and thunder

In the midst of the war between me

And you.

Boneata Bell
2012