Ten- The End

The Lord of Ruin

I’ve pulled out each sword
one by one
counted ten
the blood drains from me
each wound I have named
sorrow does not look good on me
but the sunset is a masterpiece
the setting star we call our sun
burning in its own making
drifts on
and I drift on
let me say, if I could still say anything
this life has been my masterpiece
this toiling and this ruin
here back on the sands
I have arrived at the shoreline
I rescind my exclamations
God, You have been but just
and I have been
and I was
and somewhere else
I will continue
to be

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