Hidden

Molten blue to navy curs’d

shades of melancholy,

unquenched thirst in barren scape,

soul’s monumental folly.

Bitter sharp the poison bites

‘neath escarpment’s hidden ruins,

assailed around, entwisted fate,

chthonic anthem choose,

hybrid self above the earth

or true to one beneath,

bore terrain, bail debris found,

blowout, chained release.

Arena

Arena fills swiftly and fills with speculation.

Sacrificial blood fills the air.

Such jubilation!

Audience cries for action;

Sensory exaltation.

Even death; such minor revelation.

Gladiators sweat the cause,

Armed for action;

Such tribulation.

Come then the lions fierce,

The enemy, all known;

Extreme vexation.

The fight ensues;

All blood spilled,

An exhortation

To gods

Of direst fate,

More suppuration.

Spurts gore, entrails and guts;

Some sweet salvation,

In knowing death was priced ; someone’s  salvation.

In horror,  so some seek

Fortification.

No answers thus, just haunted devastation.

Come one who fills the night

With expectation.

 A clearer sense of self; manifestation.

For all that exists

Here, now, prepare

Justification.