SCARLET

Scarlet. Precision makes him wince

Brings crystal tears to child-blue eyes.

The symbols blur. This is routine

More comforting than mother's lies.

Scarlet, arcane, is teenage flesh

Scarlet the tumble of his hair

Kohl shadows bruise anemic face.

Funereal, Scarlet's despair.

His frailties bound in steel cruel

The world outside sees Scarlet weak.

A child who cannot be a man.

The crippled boy; the haunted freak.

Confined in body, caged in bone

Scarlet, mocked, watches from afar.

Laps blood from rusted razorblade

Invokes, and wishes on his star.

For Scarlet dreams. Of other worlds,

Midnight, eternal and sublime

Of scarlet blood and scarlet lips

Of life, until the end of time.

Of cities where dead poets sing

And dawn is always far away

And angel boys with devils' smiles

Bow before Scarlet. pale and fey.

A haven. Wrought in scarlet prayer,

This precious land in Scarlet's mind

Where he gives life with soul-deep kiss

Is master, on his throne enshrined.

The vampire court. Scarlet's domain.

Glorious he stands, promise unfurled.

Where ritual sets children free

Scarlet, sweet Scarlet, rules the world.

copyright: angel, march 1998


POETRY

...take me home...