Aqua Regia Poetry

Let us cut this chase at the legs
Those eyes
Once with starred aspirations
Showed affection
To the most unlikely and unsuited of suitors

I burned their ships.

The ratio of my gun
To where my words come from
Spilling my knowledge here
At the monument to my dead lover

What is faith but a lust for immortality?
Bloodwork and bullet holes
Measure this as a test of your love
To carry you across this doorframe
By my devotion
I'll close those green eyes

Be my most welcome guest
Here where my father wishes me greatness

I would rather you left
Leaving only the glory of the start
No longer birthing monsters with skin of my imperfections
Within me
You cut the leather and iron
That held
This beast
Now, girl, deal with the consequences

Poet: Samuel Scion