archenemy was you were to me—
you were not the star of any poetry,
not even the moon of the night sky.
the disaster before the stars were born,
an aesthetic formed before the cosmos’s horn
that i have met amidst my disarray,
on the battlefield amid the sunset of May.
thy chest protected by arbalests in mess,
later hit in war to form with thee this myth.
the woman whose eyes were not a universe,
for it’s one who’s covered by art of bruise.
in clash of swords,
in spit of words,
before the birth of world,
we fought horde by horde.
clamor prevail in gap in between,
in armor that made you a catastrophe on your own,
enormous dissonance is bound to be seen
with i whose cacophony was as well honed.
yet we turned out to be magnets pulled together,
forming a farrago of meteors falling in tender.
whimsical, nonsensical disastrous blues,
consummating each other in feelings like booze.
the irrational emotion had no place,
yet continuous caprice occur in this war maze.
i was a failure for neglecting everything i aught.
you were a sinner who accepted my pursuit.
underneath the setting sun that day goodbyes were bid,
only blood can be written on that battlefield.
for i was after all against my greatest downfall,
against the greatest beauty that i could call.
we were no painters in that fight,
yet in spite of the darkness before our sight,
why after numerous attempts to dodge,
i could only ask how could we constellate this montage?
in the middle of that war where eclipse first occurred,
before the horizon that used to be feared,
through the war in universe by then still blurred,
a new esoteric battle cry had been heard.
when the planets collided before its organization,
as the meteors were directed as instruments of conflagration,
our esoteric language was treated as abstruse,
later laid as gravity for i to be killed by my muse.
by the powerful duty in your sword you swore,
arbalests and armour for me were no protector,
for during the creation of the universe,
i was madly, hopelessly under your curse.
and only then i described your eyes as a galaxy,
only then i thought of you as the lethal hottest star,
for it was our disharmony that made all these perfectly;
the birth of the universe—and a remembered story in war.
—
the mayhem to a mayhem
