The Time of Scars
If today I feel abandoned by
my grit, if the tides of
Ipra Certh suddenly reversed,
if a ruthless quake crushed my
spine, I will be beholden
to happenstance—though I've
never accepted such things
as random acts.
I’ve lived the time of scars,
when lampblack virulence
dripped its stain upon paladin
hearts forged in purity, and I
became that otherness—a
torn tapestry.
But I shall never be ended,
deftly invincible to unbidden
interposers aiming to sever
me from my innermost
communion.
I find the west coast sunsets
more to my liking, where
offshore winds speak with
clarity.