Wooden Beads

Prayers
Trickling from eyes
Down cheeks
Sunken spirit
In a knightly ritual
Stinging orbs
Saline skin
Silently begging
With redundant words
Decade after decade
Pleading for
High resolutions
To daily lows
Under a pitch shadow
Indenting
A sopping pillow
Imploring
The evaporation
Of distress
By first light
In the clarity
Of aurora