No compromise.

Keep up with the 'right' directional path

for to differ is rehabilitating pressure, en masse

though a warm embrace awaits all, even the last

there's compromise in the crowd and a whole lotta guests

so guess I'll rest, alone, under the creation my own unique familiar crest

for I cant live within the scrambling mess to reach someone else's mountainous crest.

Fire started.

Counted embers upon the black screen 

dreamed from an imagined dragons breath

forged from each blank historical scene

to better explain the inevitable fiery reset

to the "here be dragons" with each and every step

for history repeats, as what's seen has been

to help colour the unseen with the obscene

to make the here and now seem ultimately clean.

0.

Circular motions towards naught

float free pretty bubble of freedom unbought

for your nothing, nothing to be sought

for your nothing at all and I pray we nether give you more

for it's everything you hold in your hand drawn core

a whole universe, vacant and unwrought.

For from you we began and to you we will end 

so although we negate your value, your our way to start again.

Phantoms sword.

Withdrawn, redrawn, defencelessly unadorned  

figure-less, a translucently conceived form

static timed movements echo, memories are recalled

to pin cushion the outlying laceration, from the multi-edged sword,

of the painful void permanently perceived, resonating within it's stilled encore.