Janus

Each of The eyes of Janus Sees both into the future and past Every drop of blood, the end of life and beyond Cataracts, ancients Fading glory I sipped lavender wine It rains The ends of time, acquiescing Fruits Quoted thusly from volva I fall unto the arms of a dying tree The cosmic spheres behold me Like eyes of glass The dead are watching The dead are listening The dead are laughing The living are watching The living are listening The living are laughing Eroding is their sound, only to defy entropy and rebirth The burns of burden will sting less than the lacerations of indolence And the eyes of Janus are watching Future and past, present, now I sit by 1 candle lit Watching it burn Like the moon descending on its eclipse The Perilune Trying to taste bitter lemon Haunting ghost of futures Remind me of my past But speak not twice of the remembrance of mine mortality Vanadium encapsulation liquified and boiled alive Like lobsters, or Swans too weak to survive I would die too if red Suns came to you In dreams so haunting Because the eyes of Janus could never see What will lie beyond the last eternity.