Short mildly Unsweet

Take your poison from my vein
The lingering taste of your love
accented disdain
I am not bound by this blood
Power of my fire, not born in the flood
The path to the past wanes
Hasting the fall of day in vain
I fear for the world reconciling this pain
For all that was lost need not to be found
As the true king would refuse the crown
To prevent the rise was to not bring it
down
Will the stars uncross when the tracks
leave the train
Will hindsight excuse the insane
TJK 10/2020