you and i have unfinished business.
you taught me destruction
a skill for leaving trails
of unmarked graves and broken spears.
your path leads nowhere but down.
stone is your only element.
you bask in the sun for millennia
and only learn what it means to burn.
you serve neither love nor justice
but conquest as its own reward
its prize a thread of wounds and ash.
what words could you offer for redemption?
how dare you speak them
over the eulogy of rain
and falling earth?