FATAL OUTCOME

Was the sky scarlet at midnight?

A comfortable delight.

Does it count as morning?

Manannan’s warning.

It’s him I admire,

his eyes like sapphires.

He ignited a desire,

setting my house on fire.

His trench coat follows him

like a hero’s cape.

Venturing to worlds unknown.

His red car, taking me away.

As I’m mesmerised

by country roads and streelights,

I can’t help but ask,

how long this’ll last?

Will I remember the distinct

citrus scent from his daily drink?

His toothy grin?

His slight accent?

Will I learn to forget

the dye in his hair?

The show we’d share?

All the books he’s read?

He pulls me in and

painted my face

a light shade of gray,

and for once, I was perfect.

And when I felt the pressure

of the skies falling down,

he’d simply whisper,

“it’s just raining now.”

I hear the mutters

from somewhere down under.

Sickle sharpening,

but he is still laughing.

Crimson daylight is nowhere near

He is still right here.