Decipher me of blood and bone,
To identify the issue prone,
For nothing ever seems to lack,
Yet love-in-mulling right on track,
Interpret me a sea of years,
Whisper me a sea of dry-bone tears,
But mention once a viper sting,
From soft inheritance of life doth sing,
And silent holiest of holy nights,
Chases away those undermining frights,
Then we’ll breathe a breath once more,
And perhaps then, start keeping score?
This game ends in loss.
Decipher Me Of Blood And Bone. // Keeping Score.
