Precursor

As sadness bred bitter hatred becoming sadness again,
those closest at heart saw the monster to be,
she, who with wine and forked tongue, devoured everything
meaningful and crystalline; both visible and unseen.
Lying bitch passed judgment, because holiness is as holiness
wishes it were in the dark, alone and drunk and awful.
And very vividly, a tearful end was coming quickly
that wasn't meant, but yet to be.

You altered everything by showing up
to that sunny room on a dark September afternoon
where foreign tongues fortified the ruins
of a towering structure destined for doom.
It was like burning the way something intangible
reached into the Air and left a strange mark
for all to see; a mystery of you and me and everything
that wasn't yet, but meant to be.