Apostasy.

The whys and hows and whens

A fame fill’d

Scatter

Of the minds

Eye variety

In living quarters

Of the gilded

apostate; skyclad

before the clergyman

Of this thought

Provoking court;

questions of integrity

And righteous indignation

Of holy grails, the Magician’s

cloak and dagger

Piercing the veils of

A thousand lifetimes

Now

Ringing out into

The ethos; the morning star

Over golden dawn

He sees it as the future

Brought back to mother

Earth as present tense

Her eyes disconnected

From temporary lover’s

Satisfaction

As comfort of her status

A mere soul entangled

Whisper

Echoes out from

Someplace deep within