Feb 271998

Title: He Runs With Scissors
Fandom: N/A
Characters: N/A
Rating: G-
Warnings: Applied religious themes
Notes: Ars(e) Poetica, #4. February 27, 1998. Runs-With-Scissors is a place up in the mountains that has a real name, but we've never asked what it is. The road on the way up leaves much to be desired.

Alas, my lovely, thou hast made me dead
To Hell's gate, I have come to hear you speak
With only thoughts of love to fill my head
I have ignored the strong sulphuric reek

I climbed the stair from Heaven, silently
Cautious not to raise an angel's wrath
Down in the dark, you smiled roguishly—
the phosphorescence lit the shadowed path

Your driving skill left much to be desired
And cider and red wine did not help much
Beside you, in the car, I did expire
I last remember weeping at your touch

To thee, though, dove, my heart remains engaged
To bring you light inside the devil's rage

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