Altaïr Descends
The drop of water shall
Hollow out a stroke
Not through force but
The passing of time

Caught in the heart of carnage
Filled with light and smoke
Within, without
Above and below

The motion of the dagger
Shrouded by the cloak
Reluctant to imperil
The hoax

Within, without
Breath in, breath out

Scars on a shattered psyche
Healed in retrograde
Spawned in the searing crest
Of hate
Far-flung dreams of sheer cold hope
In misguided faith
Beyond the pitch black nightfall
I'll wait