Empire

She weighed the tunic and vialed up again,

Addressing us through the ritual tone,

A floor marbled with sheers,

Built in ivy thrones,

Half undone,

Dwarfs so far from short,

In two the scene bleeds,

A body left in amor,

Freedom in the jungle of my silence,

Evening in the night of my candle,

Logs burn in the warmth of the glow,

In the city of Phantom Joe.