The Harlot and The Fool

Hearts of dragons rest on the blades of Knights 

Dripping blood deep in red remorse and death

No life giving birth to the children of hope

As I stare deep into the wishing well taking back my dreams and coins

Left alone begging for bread formed as compliments 

Feeding the black birds of winter’s cold breast

As the ravens circle anxiously awaiting the death of our innocence 

I’ve left my hopes and dreams in the hands of fools and harlots

I’ve been taken from a path less followed into a forest of nightmares

Giving up piece by piece of my broken heart I’ve traveled lustfully 

Looking for the dreams you tore away from my shackled hands

Praying to the preying gods who part with wisdom for the price of our children

and you walking away the harlot sleeping with the fool