The Fall
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Part 1 – Absolution
The ceiling lights flicker on.
The quick stain of his breath pollutes the air,
And he thinks of the day he drew his last
Breath.
A bitter strain of anamorphia twists his history,
Distorts the seconds ticked away.
A second glance towards the empty hole of absolution.
A future moulded long ago,
Today….
Fleeting gestures roll back the inadequacies.
Every second feels like the one before.
Elevation; success came too easy for him.
Fascination at riches that the sweet call of stardom would bring.
“Croesus the Bohemian a month lay dead.
He lost the stench of life and its ripe decay
(And his own wrath).”
Part 2 – Regression
His mind falls back to meeting Mary for the first time
Beyond the sanctitude of sun.
Seduced her softly with the sweet notes of his gift from God,
Notes flew like bullets from a gun.
“My Mary,” he’d whisper so softly.
“Sweet Mary, it can never go wrong.”
Such innocence lulled by prelapsarian bliss
Before the souring of the song.
“Thou shalt not kill!” Came the reply
To the covetous lech who The Commandments doth defy.
Ruined the corpse of the one he’d once adored,
Lain rotten in the neighbour’s bed where she’d been lured.
“Croesus the Bohemian a month lay dead.
He lost the stench of life and its ripe decay
(And his own wrath).”
Part 3 – Redemption
Now is the time of egregious offences
Ripping through cracks in obsolete defences.
“Croesus the Bohemian a month lay dead.
He lost the stench of life and its ripe decay
(And his own wrath).”
Time to bury the hours in a final decision
Admonishing guilt, racked through admission.
“O you who stand behind the clock and grind its gears,
Remember Croesus and his aged glimpse of beauty
Through his youth.”
Looking back, never once learning
Tried to absolve but the feeling’s returning.
Such is the case; futures destroyed
Through the sins of the past.
Carrying on through the sunset, past the dawn
Taking a hold of a life lost, lovelorn.
Singing to himself he eats the fatal note
Thinking of the peace that passes understanding.
“Shantih!” He howls as his mind paints the wall
And the echoes of his thoughts
Join the cobwebs of The Fall.
Shantih
Shantih
Shantih
