Houses of the Heavens

Twelve hours, twelve months

Twelve houses in heaven's halls

Twelve lessons, one life

I

Stubborn, hard-headed

Spiral horns curl into blades

Sharper than your tongue

II

Brawn as spectacle

Behold the glorious chaos

Breaking porcelain

III

Irritation breeds

Irrevocable whispers

Intentions aside

IV

Pinch your nose, swallow

Pomegranate seeds and tears

Passion brings peril

V

Roar, mighty hero

Resonate your will; demands

Reverberating

VI

Untouchable hands

Under shadows wander with

Utmost arrogance

VII

Justice may waver

Justification does not

Join those who seek light

VIII

Venomous words drip

Vermillion—searing, scarring

Vulnerable ears

IX

Feathered and sticky

Fools will still beg for more pain

From eager tyrants

X

Tin cans can whisper

Truth and lies mixed together

Tied with string and hope

XI

Waves of grief will crash

While you try to float, drowning,

Weeping, and resigned

XII

In the end, there is

Infinite nothingness, yet

Impenetrable