Something Glitters.

Knitted shadows of stormy skies and twilight lies,

Rain spilling into the sea, which beats against the rock, free.

Something glitters against the water; she says “it’s mirrored like your eyes”He says “it’s silver like your tears, a tear that never dries”

And all the while the rain falls into rivers that predictably lead us,Down a broken path to cities that never sleep, never weep,

Beating with a heart made of metal; better,Better, she says, than to not know what’s coming.

And all the while the stars wink in dark tapestries that show us,That inside we are alone and nothing can fill, spill,

Into the cavern that lies there; souls vacated.Better, he says, than to be deceived if we let others in.

And all the while the woodland breathes a sigh,Knowing what mankind has lost and that it lies forgotten, rotten,

In a metal world that glitters.

Better, it whispers, to rot than to receive their lies.