Jacob

Jacob,
Black as the coffee,
Black as the name.
Heart stricken with hunger,
shallow as a grave.

A king,
Wore both a crown and halo
Never to depart,
From the throne he built
In a poor girls heart.

A moth,
Wholeheartedly engulfed by pride
Spent a second in the sun
For stories told
On the other side

Time,
One second at a time,
Buries worlds in oblivion
To erase all of their crimes.

The hollow, the vain
The heartaches, the pain
All linger but a second
Before they fade away
With the cold and soothing light of day.