in living flesh

in living flesh with shrapnel cursed
illyrium boils but does not burst
it eats the organs, liver first
the heart it hurts the worst

no hope for life, save gold’s embrace
in purest form a saving grace
that noble metal’s stubborn face
can start a curious race

bright the poison coldly burns
for freedom from the knots it yearns
with spectral arms the wheels it turns
while flesh it slowly learns

bones will bend and tendons break
flesh will shiver, soul will quake
such a mechanism make!
and consciousness awake…

hear the gear wheels bite and scream
hear the nightmare, fear the dream
hear unnatural forces stream
through veins that lustrous gleam

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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