fortnight revised.

And yet regret is set to let me lie.

This passion haunting me will end tonight.

For all of black hearts’ lovely desires.

Belongs with Judas’s life in Hades’ burning pyre.

I draw until I stroke the final black.

My heart is guided by the ink; it lacks.

So now, good knight, you lie and cease to see.

So now, good night. You die and cease to be.

You bleed your light into a sky alight

With blood and brawn to start anew again.

One day, two more, plus ten, one more, before

two weeks and a new moon brightens once more.

The bones, the white marrow, the crimson sight

So still and hushed this heart is at its end.