So That I Can Be Prepared

Have you come to wreck my marriage?!
Sarah sleeps restlessly and weeps constantly
at the back of the palace,
Allen spends his evenings painting the dull colors
of the aurora borealis,
birth daughter of Mother the Moon
and Sun the Dragon,
the sad ballad of Atlas holding the world on his shoulders
but more impressively holding in his madness,
slip the golden band from my phalanx,
if I seem out of practice it is because
the planet is out of balance,
you've a talent for destruction
as powerful as a volcanic eruption,
and our vows were always full of corruption from the beginning,

weren't they?

tell me what they'll say,
about how the good always get led astray,
so that I can be prepared for my fall from grace.

TA - 2014