My loveless child, my dark star,
How I have cherished you above all
Dark sun, black star rising highly
In a sky bright as bright may be,
This obscenely booming orb swells
With weight of no mass, flashpoint
Retina burn, so black that light dies
To be near such coruscating dankness.
Dark sun, oh my trouble child, succour
Never possible to grant you, despite
All that I try, yet nurture is torture
To keep you soft instead of horror
Roaring through each nerve, sharp throb
Along white phosphorous thrum burning
Muscles tensed in slow agony sodden smiles,
A paradigm of paradox, dichotomy realised.
Oh! My troubled child of unbidden horror,
Dreams, desires, dire hopes, all yours,
All your own and more, force of will
Defined by flower shapes drawn by soul
Telemetry, madness swarmed in old song,
The filed teeth pulled from dead devils
For smokable stories by dark sunlight,
My trouble child, cherished, without fright.