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