BLUE
Stupor tastes of memory
As the children work their trance.
Blue. Set apart from ritual
Transfigured by mischance
Smiles sickly at the mating call
So cold, the flesh denied.
Blue plays his part with reverence.
Bleeds for them. Crucified.
He is the shattered savior
Devoured by carrion kind.
The infidels now cast him scraps.
Blue dances, in his mind.
Crow-haired and murder-ashen
His gaze a dying star
Blue. The poison messiah.
How beautiful the scar
That once, they hailed as hero
Who ruled the world of pain
A symphony, in Satan's guise.
Blue sang, in summer rain.
And how the children loved him then
He courted them with glee
His words a prayer on virgin lips
Siren-song, misery.
The prince of piss and ecstasy
Blue. Burned, in nova bright
Moonlight, over the sacred hills
Chrome screaming, to the night
Savage and pure, the fall from grace
Rebirth, in fusion dark
Of doll-pink limbs and leather cast.
Steel gait. Pariah's mark.
Lost glory fades, in pity's light.
Deformity designed,
The children have deserted him.
Blue dances, in his mind.
copyright: angel, november 1997