Chewing Mercury

Potion crumbles
on the floor

pins and needles
they stuck him with

Running from indelible
shadows

Faces are his crown
dripping in pink spit,
the light for the rest of his days

Chaos drowned his last
speck of mercy
A sound,
a sound,
 a time glass
cracks in a

scorpion's mouth
lost messages
chewing on your
poisoning insect language

he's the creature you created.

A sniper in Ares
peak

A silver balloon in a hole
A curse from the sun

A demon's spear
Windmills.
Sand.
Who is still here?

Fallen nebulaes
 half star, half glory

the moon's relentless glare
wishing to be
where Her love
            has been spared,
spared a drastic end

no bullets left, the enemies
Enemies!
 Are here!

Eats a handfull of quicksand
Mercury's blood a brackish
 seasonig

He folds up
his fist

 at the Wind's evil sneer