PROMISE

dreaming of force
you'll be so gentle and beautiful
that no one will be able to murder you.

of a dream so large and heavy
it will push all attackers aside
a dark vivid brush to pave
the contests in fake vermilion

and a half-empty skull
to take in harmlessly the enemy's fist
or to wrap you in comfort
up there with sad wings
island crystal in the crush of spontaneous night