Foreverschild's lashings

Full steam again, he blows empty stacks, his best comprehension is just to attack
To redirect him to gentler a mirth, seems like to move merely heaven and earth
For once he recedes and takes pity on one, only to misunderstand one kind's song
There in the mist, he receives consolation, for mourning is left from his desolation

Try not to forget that silence is choice, one that will echo in various voice
Your time isn't meant to be simple delusion, but only fair you can hope for inclusion
The substance with which you intend to exude, bears only that which sees one kind exclude
Between the lines of blank, painted verse, perhaps is something you find quite perverse

All matters between you both now are distraught, as facing a demon that silence has wrought
Tacit acceptance of this is your risk, where nobody thought it would be quite so brisk
Allow it now in and let vacuuming reign, if only you parted with something so sane
Gone in the blink of a casual sigh, no one will know him, but neither know why

What becomes now is designed by your whim, a funeral dirge or autumnal hymn
Something so bleak as to let out fierce sighing, or some celebration of joyful denying
A ballad in couplets to old English meter, or something so foul that he cries for it sweeter
With naught but a title, let chaotic reign, flooded with ocean again and again

Antipathy chokes out new growth with no gain, once more through the cycle, but one kind abstains
Amidst movement of states now in play, would it be worthy to lead him astray?
Forgotten now, muse singers tonight, for what is the point of fighting that fight?
Lose with some grace and take vigil in towers, never to see hence a drawbridge to power

Fade out to black and let memory choke, never one kind will his name now invoke
Mist dispersing to gentle a breeze, over his body she now steps with ease
Stifling laughter so near to her lips, mirth she's recovered from his near eclipse
Over the madness of someone else's song, free of the need to somehow belong

Toward him lies ruin, drones pulling the gears, beyond faded luxury, leaking chandeliers
Against her own heart, one kind turns away, finally, it's dawned that stone holds greater sway
With this, scales fall at last from her eyes, regret as a lens, she sees through the lies
Slowly, she guides herself through the malaise, her heart no longer a thing that betrays

On contributions he brought to her life, she sees only sadness and maybe a knife
Ejected prematurely from her cocoon, she realises it's not really her tomb
No more a creature that merely survives, new air in her lungs, she is truly alive
Cleaning herself in a river nearby, she gives one unkind a final goodbye