Rust and Snow

Dissecting leaves of parchment stained

Bloody trails follow bloody name

Speak your truth on holy poems

And hold you down as they soak your bones

                                                        Solemn stares peer through dusty air

1,000 throats lost in prayer

The crown was buried years ago

In 10,000 days of rust and snow

Yet, its pillar still stands firm in the mud

For us to come and drench in blood

The king of all in silent whisper

Sees the light and begins to blister

Echoed voices murmur graying myths

Words on yellowed pages fade with mist

                                                           Crypts of salt and frankincense

Miles of marble and arrogance

Cold stone chairs and pale white smoke

Cold stone stares and lips that choke

And still, bleeding knees crawl on granite stone

Over statue faces carved by bone

Long ago our laws left to fray

With forgiveness to all if you simply pray

Eat of body and drink of blood

All our money in exchange for love

With rosaries’ hung like nooses of gold

Most faithful Anodai left to rot in the cold

Screaming in squalor to obey him

                                                     Till faithfully weak chests all but caved in

Yet still, the golden kings with book in hand

Feed us the pages and devour the land

Words forever falling from mouths of red

Wrinkled expressions and bodies dead

Hands bound together towards the sky 

Mindless eyes with heads held high 

Silence but now for you will see

Rusted gates with lock and key

Apart from spirit you shall find

Enlightenment profound from the mind

And in the end, an empty glow

Your king but buried, in Rust and Snow.