Dark Heart in Twilight

Fostered illusions, shredded to mangled rags, whilst child-like innocence's

tortured and left broken, choking in its viscera on a vertiginous ledge above

a rigid, grimed tableau that intermittently vanishes under the chopping waves

of a poisoned sea, where the merest suggestion of melancholy and blighted

glory shan't reach out any final recourse to liniment for the dispirited man.

His dreams revoked, his stamp on life's brittle and erratic weavework charged

with heresy, he's also depurated from the crudeness, the deceit, and the spurious

teachings of the humane consortium, and his path ushers him now to austere and forbidding lands harnessed in blotched and rusted sheets of metal twilight where his shadow prowls the stinging desolation as a hungry, demented black hound.