Taste of Defeat

Swallowing shades undisturbed 

slowly advancing and unchained

too long a taste of tart...

too harsh a vermillion burn 

everyone holding onto flying feathers

bursting morning lies in defeat

the fog sinks on burgeoning lights 

nights devoid of stars portend Armageddon 

there's no waking from this deceit

roses die drowning in the rain

chaos swells, the world reels in a squall

tossed and waylaid without a squeal