Be On Guard

A mesmerizing moment,
Like a sudden guess,
Quickly steals away the
Breathing assurance
Of what is true,
As if to believe the
Thief in the night,
Stringing together attention,
Like a bow to
Fire flames from the shadows.

In the after hours,
With no limit,
And a full belly,
Knowing what to say
Philosophizes the aesthetic of
Bringing death to life,
Summoning innuendos
Of trickery, allusion,
Proudly jesting double standards,
With tales of the dragon.

Bestial guts,
Like the sword slayed,
Hung out of the pitch black,
Fabled fortune,
Directly dissected,
With haughty puns,
And inconsequential laughter,
Like a barbarian mob,
Hallowing hell for the slaughter,
And a graven summit.

A poisonous heart,
Affects fallacy of
Heathen ritual,
As its merrily conjured,
Entombed reasons
Feast on infatuation,
Like flesh and bone was
The chewed fat
Of a cannibalistic,
Bloody chin.

You could never decipher,
Betwixt the cover,
The tone and inflection,
As proper confidence,
Since unseen,
Transpiring serpentine secrecy
Showed caskets beneath
The intoxicated,
Hypnotizing voices with
Fermentation, rot.

The core of the castle,
Was about to give,
As inside the chasm,
Amazing manifestation for
A sudden collapse could
Fold the walls to
The gravity of a foundation,
Like hidden claustrophobia
Came to plunder, as
Fear takes over.

An obvious fate,
As the enemy invades,
And everything falls,
Along with the unsuspecting
Guards on watch,
That were fixated,
Which perfects flummox,
Demonic superstition,
To come galloping
Unto one's perdition.