Rust I

RUST I I sent her to you, So her rust would seep into your heart, To corrode the blades, Into a pile of rust behind a horse and cart. Snake skin peeled back, Shed and left to flake, The taste of rust on the breathe of a snake, A dagger and a skate. King John pulled from the marshes; Where he waits. Taunts the ghost of Caligula ~ dressed in white. It covered every grave, and the ghost Kings rose from where they lay. The air turned to dust, Rust in all the people's eyes. They gathered round his cloaked stance, As though he were a deity. It slithered out the cup. Fortune was not enough, A golden weighted trough, Gorge from its bluff; We are the sediments of rust. The serpent spoke my name, She said we are the same, Don't believe these words, Just like the red in the horses mane, It's just a game, You see it as it passes, But not when it's gone. If I am innocent they will not see, The jagged edge of the dagger, I see before me. For what is power at the end of this corroding hour? The moments drip onto metal spikes and sticks, Swords clash and chink, A mighty climb upon castles wet bricks, Slip down the ladder for snakes to lick your heels. The crown's at the top, But it can come close enough to steal. What would you sacrifice to take it all? Rest your faith upon the sword? And rest your blade upon the board. Drink wine with me brother, Watch gold flow from your goblet and your mouth, You are now one of ours.