The disasters we perpetuate
on one another,
if added up,
would weigh down
the strongest of giants,
the most powerful of angels
and demons.
If you will not submit,
I will call truce.
I will meet with you
in the garden,
and I will offer up my hands,
and lift to you not surrender,
but offering.
I will tell you,
that if we cannot
conquer one another,
perhaps we were simply
meant to rule,
together.
And when you trust me,
that is when
I will slip the knife
between your ribs,
and walk upon
your still-warm flesh,
to take what I desire.
