Twilight

How different you and I became
After that leaden night, with those heavy words
which lay on the ground, jagged like pewtered stone
But we could not see.

How there lay the swords, spoken, but wrong,
Broken, mirroring how the truth, silvered
Was twisted, tarnished, tortured, by each of us.
But we would not see.

I realized, long after we had parted,
After shrapnel grey had bitten our feet as we walked
Away, to the opposite ends of this steely moon
That we both still bleed in Technicolor