Poem – Page 34 – A (wise) man of two faces

The fire dance

My restless spirit,
you dance with all your might
like a candle’s flame.

Under the covers,
pillows forming the walls of
a childhood fortress.

Friend, go with grace,
and a smile on your face.
I’ll stay at the side
of your children and bride,
and guard them in your place.

What is fantasy?
Is it the little white lies
that still let us dream?

Virtue
Brave and true
Praying, slaying, saving
The Coin’s other side
Preying, slaying, slaving
Twisted and perverse
Vice

What’s reality?
Hard lines, and cutting edges,
and the scars they leave?

Dirt under his nails
Crisscrossed scars, old and faded
A man’s calluses.

I wish you death and despair,
ill health and no hair;
I pray that this hex
withers even your sex,
and breaks you beyond repair.

Sunrise to sunset,
I walk out that door, and I
return when work’s done.

Poem
Short and sweet
Rhyming, timing, symbolizing
Still words run deep
Narrating, describing, climaxing
Rich and full
Prose