Eleven dark musings

Wherefore unwithered
Deployment of gains
Abandoned delusions
Profound in profane
 
Heavy unleashing  
From poise to command
Eleven dark musings
To covet thy hand
 
One—
cast a presence
Whose ego is thin  
He scalped him of frailty
And sealed him within
 
Two—
kills abandonment  
By immersing the mind
A blade of deception  
buried deep in the rind
 
Three—
leads distraction
Ill-measured with haste
Extracting the poison
With only a taste
 
Four—
breeds imperil
The formidable ruse
An axe and a barrel
Which is boldly infused
 
Five—
waits for no one
The measured decline
His wisdom lacks lustre  
As he’s cinching the line
 
Six—
is the weakest  
The tempters beguiled
The corpse in the nether
Where his bones were defiled
 
Seven—
disheveled  
and handsomely fair
The noose isn’t tightened
without any flair
 
Eight—
lines of hectic
He coffins your soul
Feathered in cryptic
Deep under the knoll
 
Nine—
chains of umbrage  
This steel tethered line
Wrapped taut in the moment
From his neck to his spine
 
Ten—
shades of windblown
Skin leathered like jade
Some wit and a pistol  
And a game that is played
 
Eleven—
endeavours  
Seducing the fray
Commit to Unpeople  
No need to delay