Vale Moestitia

In the husk of the year it seemed to bloom
across the stars of the cities and seas.
It grew, viscous in defeat from before
before before before all said and done

My cup is empty and so seems bold
this rage against my window pane.
It pains me to engage in the japes
that entrap the season's low breaths.

But storm will subside and demons flee
with the razing of a bitter fruit.
Globular fire in the dust: let it reign let it rain.
We can start anew anew I knew.

Blinded but the blinkers can be torn down
with the right tools.
All around me is darkness
but in the heart of those I thought long cold
burns a star that will guide us through,