Oath and Kin

The punctilious perambulations of my mind,
Perusing pernicious permutations of a saltatory kind.
One moment ponderous, praying, and piously practical,
The next leaping to prancing predation impiously tactical.

But let me put these games aside,
And leave off these asides.

What duties does a man hold,
Or rather which binding's still stand bold,
When due to misrepresentation,
And his own failure's slow attrition,
Another breaks an oath to him?
Is the man still bound to them?
And if the binding is of kin,
What of it then?
By blood and bone am I bound or free,
When kin lies with one arrayed as an enemy?

I thirst not for blood nor for strife,
But it will not be mine upon turmoils knife.
If I must cut these chains asunder,
With a clashing like the thunder,
And leave naught but a ruin to rot,
Then come conflict; let's see what's wrought.

Levee to Loneliness

There comes a song,
From my soul,
Reverent, throaty, yet strong,
Irreverent, empty, yet full.

The sighing as the wind passes,
In the wilds in the night,
Through boughs and grasses,
Flora bows and dances in the moonlight.

Howling to the moon,
And drinking starlight,
Singing the lonesome wolf's tune,
Filled heavy, yet empty, of light this night,

Sorrowing for things gleaned,
Seen as they gleamed,
by moon light beamed,
Stretching and splitting the freshly sewn and seamed,

Of this rouge and raven colored riven robes,
ripped, rent, and wrought in the shadows of this globe.
Picking, prodding, poking, the needle probes,
Into my flesh forming sanguine stitches in droves.

Yet, yet, my melancholy sings,
The harmony of the stings,
The Canon in Dearth of my ichor,
The Concerto in A minor tuned from my core.

The wolf howls and the wind sighs,
Lone poet bends under cowl and tries,
To put to letter the midnight skies,
And the feeling, of when purpose to loneliness dies.

Weary wind winds its way,
Harmony to the wolfen refrain,
Ambiance to these cloying stitches in my clay.
But what is there to gain

If the levee,
Holding back my loneliness and melancholy,
Holds back too the best of me,
And risks a life of mediocre apathy?