Intense integrity, forged by the 
  master of emerald, 
  beckons hilarity 
   of an indifferent 
  brand 
  and finds the chatter 
  of macabre machines 
(despite denials, a well-favoured kind)
    bland. 
 for what conviction lacks 
  faultlessness 
  or the promise of 
  polygamy,
  never truly known. 
 ageless; beg me, 
  my skin forsaken, 
  but forget the 
  commitment of 
    rage.

- Charlotte Griffiths  

Published by Charlotte Griffiths