Baron Kross

Love by Destruction

The river emerges, a trickle

from the nondescript, uniform peaks

Accumlates into a stream and,

ultomately pours into the sea, a rushing torrent

Its essence is eternal, everlasting

Magnifies the pertinence of vitality, existance, sentience.

The river is whole ttruth and unity

and it feeds the rose along the way.

The Rose grows from a seed, a spark

Nourished by an infinitesimal aplash of the River

Blooming in exalted splendor

then dealt a coup-de-grace

necrosis paramount

in hindsight having conveyed Beauty

but not truth....

Chimera

Swirls of colour peal

in monochrome before sightless eyes

And I enduring the onslaught of of nothing at all

Fulfilling a pyrrhic victory

over a fury ill-defined,

fanciful, phantasmal...

My mastery delivers stains of

acclaim within earshot

As a touching challenge is impeached

upon and grappled; by the strenth of

My citadel is the contending conquerer

checkmated, a costly game with victory hidden,

elusive illusion...

When I visit the battlefield I

brush against the tactile scent of dereliction

Dissolution, but discovered no trace of

an army, not even abandoned tents

or the bodies of the stain and

wonder in silent astonishment,

disconcert disillusion...