Maidens with their flaxen hair
Ghastly skin, so soft and fair
Dwelleth deep inside my mind
Prisoned in Satan's lair
Sang they, a tuneless melody
In minor tones, all out of key
The warbling tone of Serpents song
That caused me to flee
Into the Labyrinth, I was lured
Enchanting Beast, so soft, demure
Walls of green that shut me in
My panic cannot be cured
Mistresses of Noble birth
In my fears they took their mirth
Scornful eyes devoured my soul
A broken man, I fell to Earth
Who are these
Within citadels of skin
The Heaven Chorus
The throatless, voiceless
Carved of stone
Who are these
Of windowglass substance
Ashen features
Wingless creatures
Marble miscreants
Who are these
Of gilded flesh
Hoof and horn
In crypt boudoirs
Sultry Sandstone seductresses
Who are these
Of deepest dreams
Bring me to my knees
Like falling leaves
Who are these?
Copious collages of collective cries
Stitched by the needle of time
Intrisically sutured with threads of hope
A tapestry of the lucid heart
Catching the eyes of innocent bystanders
Elusive emotions that grapple with dreams
Fascination of collective apparel
Like an oil painting the mind creates
Withered leaves from dream trees
Scatter to show a past
Like rustic snowfall, crumbles beneath the touch
Of the calloused hands of liars
Dust disperses to nothingness
On a breath of breeze, so fresh and clean
To leave the corpse of memory
To rot in a crypt of spectral dreams
The Shadow
Wherein all my visions prevail
Etched upon my bestilled heart
With a chisel of bone
Details
With the clarity of freshly spilled blood
Claret sensations, to which my heart screameth
Longing
The desire that burns through dusty veins
Incinerating Love and Compassion
Leaving only ashes of remorse
To blow away on crocodile kisses
To you
Thou art a rotting shadow
A mere bug infested mortal shell
From the veils of thickest fog
Watching
My Overseer
My Witness
Vindicator of my vengeance
With cold embrace that feels so warm
Taking a broken one to your bosom
Wrapping in a shroud of eternal damnation
And purgatory
Yet saving, from a life of pain
Thou art a sanctaury
Safety
A grotesque beauty that provideth
Peace
Thou art Me
Velvet dreams caressed by cold steel
Hearts that beat but never feel
The eyes that watch but never see
Sins of the father and heir
Hopes we lost, but still maintain
Young men playing old mens games
Isn't it time that we refrained
From stepping into Satan's Lair
Blinded eyes that see the truth
Pretty words from mouths, uncouth
The church Shaman delivers you
Unto your earthy bed
A life is done, but just begun
Delivered to a Martyred Son
A written God, Scribed by one
Into a book, unread
Once upon a twilight night
On velvet wings, I took flight
Floating through nefarious dreams
Fuelled on by a valkyries screams
For the souls of the lamented
Ripped apart by the ill contented
Like shadows on the ochre ground
I succumbed to the deafening sounds
And as the Satan Beast conjectured
Through looking glass, black hearts reflected
Mistress of the Lamb Of God
Slumbers in the Land Of Nod
While spirits of Unholy Lords
Battle with serrated swords
I wandered on, in mindless haze
Through the graves of fallen days
Chased by Demons and miscreants
Creations of Delusion and sycophants
Until I fell on bloody knees
In the shadow of the Judas tree
Where once began my life, my birth
Entombed once more in Mother Earth
Until all that's left is naked bones
Ashes to Ashes, and so it goes
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