Nameless Dot On A Perilous Quest

Will it rain tonight?

And clean the gaping blisters?

Wash away the dirt and slimy froths?

Soften the scales and scabies?

And will it make me pure again?

Ah, let it rain tonight.

Bro said, with icy looks,

“Damn you, It’s a pleasant place,

Off with your scaly scabies.

It’s to show the regal splendour

Outtasite with your anal blisters”.

I wonder, and am scared too

Will he, 

One day

Put me too

Under that regal rug he still keeps,

That used to sheath all our esoteric secrets?

Will he, 

Then whack me to shreds

And feed the bits to the ravens at his call?

Mercy, I plead.

Yes, It’s raining you see.

I am right there where you left me

Soaked to the bones, like a frozen toad.

The pool trickles around is a 

Scape of morbid hues

Coming off sins heinous 

I never even knew.

Close by, fallen buds on a tiny barrow

Whisper the tales of yesterdays

On their voyage, to the worlds unknown.

And my wait is still on,

To get, anointed again.

Nobody came yet.

None may.