Palpitations
As night's velvet claws
Obfuscate his vision
The futility of truth at once
Hailed with pure derision
Iridescent rays of light
Propagate around
The heart – it beats, it palpitates
But else there’s not a sound
Synchronised with lunar time
Eight vortices run deep
The inner evil in us all
‘twixt the world asleep.
Emasculated in his age
Cast out by those he knew
Demonised by rivals, yes,
Their lies became what’s true.
Reflections skew a watery grave
Pastoral scene on the wall
A clock chimes once, and then again,
Morosely in the hall.
A life is plundered, rendered void
Chastened must we be.
For all the good he thought he’d done
It’s clear for all to see.
It’s like that proverb, how’s it go?
“Do the best you can.”
A funeral, wreaths everywhere,
The truth: a cast out man.
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