conundrum

Don't ask me, I am just writing it as it comes.

conundrum

the symphony begins, as overture rises.
the wind is hot
and a miracle dances in tongues of flame
as a name fades.
dry mouths chant the curse they purse lips
to let slip away.
where the liars lie
and the bullies strike
and the cowards run
how shall I react to the conundrum?

with pride? pride is for fools
who do not know the value of beauty
and hide behind a facade of arrogance.

with rage? rage is a cage
that traps you and poisons you
until there is nothing left but pain and regret.

with madness? to what end?
could you defend your suit
when mocked by the locking clock of reality?

no.

no.

no.

there is a time for surrender.
and it is now.
so let the winds blow
and the fires burn
and the castle turn to stone and ash.
and I will...

wait.

to be collected.
and hope for the hand I will accept.
and none other.


William F. Devault. all rights reserved.