Monastic Meditations

Meditating high on henbane 

In a fort on the palisades

Since I was so willing to spend

A lifetime figuring her out 

Seize me by my fucking muzzle 

And line our lush lips in limestone

Watercolors and oils blur

As I’m envious of the night

Reflecting the bluish moonlight

Off shallow lakes in a peat bog

Made of sandstone and greywacke 

Looking for our child-like love 

Lost and found in a portal tomb

As I harness my ice gem crown 

Brainwaves woven in like eskers 

Wishing for her sacred welfare

Because she’s my dear sweetmeadow 

Hoping for her future success

And to not swing from the tree of rags

Because I love to watch her grow

But I’m stuck in an unmarked grave

In a cavern on the verdant

Our hands wrapped in nettle and flax

For a revival spell would work

But only on a willing soul 

I know we’ll never be the same

Through sacrifice of the white mare 

Organs and silver coin pours out 

Despite these grand deprivations

It becomes hard to stay this mad

As there’s so much beauty around

When all views reminds me of you 

© Niklen 7/15/25