• Each crystal glass sounded like music
    When it smashed against the floor
    The shards an ocean of glinting edges,
    waves spilling onto the shore

    You’ll never fill them with your blood again,
    with the poisonous wine you presented to me
    like a blessing of the highest order,
    an invitation to divinity

    You, my enticing, false messiah,
    with your harem of believers sprawled at your feet,
    you called to me with saccharine words
    filled with hope and brimming with heat

    But your promises are breaking down,
    I can smell the rotting sugar on your breath
    your words of everlasting life
    I find they promise only death

    With each false word you speak
    the fragile balance slowly tips,
    ‘till there’s no more flow of sweetness:
    salt and ashes are all I taste on your lips.

    Young king, is your empire falling so soon?
    Has your beautiful castle burned down?
    Are your wells infected with the sea?
    Have you tarnished your perfect crown?

    Idealism’s blaze no longer burns in your chest
    and your hands are cold against my skin

    Have you abandoned the warmth you once strove to be?

    Is cryophilia finally setting in?