SCI-FI/FANTASY Poem: THE SKEWED SPIRIT SCREAMS, by Lucas Cain

TO LOVE IS A VITAL WAR AND NEVER-ENDING
My blade has been dulled by black bloody vines sprouting in the rose field
They prick souls and into blood the seeds of dysfunction yield
REPENT your stagnant soul and saddened eyes and bleeding wrists
REPAIR your malignant lull and maddened sighs and seeding fists

KEEP TOGETHER YOUR SPIRIT PERSEVERING
DON’T believe your ambitions are condemned; They’re cutting you off
DO relieve your damned wishes, they’re exempt; You’ll never have enough
PLEASE remember otters holding hands and penguins gifting pebbles and infinite stars
But what if the clockwork devils rend the earth a panopticon of tsars and abattoirs?

SEE HOW THEY’RE REAPING WHAT THEY’RE SOWING
WHERE ARE the solarpunk vessels to mend the earth upon wavelengths of hope?
THERE ARE the seeds within every atom, into tallest towers they interlope
HOLD ON to the upturned lips and the flowers and thinking at happy skies
GET RID OF the metal that scryes for a flesh of petals that heals and cries

CUT YOUR WAY OUT OF THE LYING
When the last cloud is grey and the last leaf is black, my blade will break among the vine
Then filtered sun will light the anvil
on which I’ll forge it one more time.