Arcane
I was soaking in a solace that was felt with my presence,
like hot candle wax dripped down her spine.
"God is Dead" deepens my uncertainty of faith,
Merlot on my tongue like a mouthful of blood while I watch her essence unveil.
Every time I see her, deepening wounds that were thought to be already healed,
then she kisses them softly,
stitching them closed.
Seven milestones,
under a watching autumn eye,
I saw her shadow standing in the darkness,
with a carpet of yellow leaves 'neath her feet.
She burns the winter landmarks
that said I was there,
she burns my spirit of cold
and travels freely through my soul.
She brings with her ancient lullabies,
while the winds of winter sleeps gently around,
the embodiment of pure freedom,
lovecraftian wisdom,
twin spirits joined as one
as countless devils hone damnation,
we shall revel in our own salvation.
My soul was hobbled cold and lame,
then across my defenses of frost
you came, eyes full of flame,
the stars were spilling out,
and the nights once filled with terror
you whispered your truth
unbowed, unearthed, unbroken.
When the moon is full
and the wolves howl in the forest,
will you take my hand
and lead us both on our voyage?
You are desire,
free, swathed in dark ecstasies,
I have loved your stars too deliciously
to be fearful of the consequences.
The scent of her fragrances hung like a noose
upon Eden's forbidden tree,
you are love,
free, swathed in grave liberties,
undying embers that murmur
all hope for the flame.
I'd offer you the world from an elven spire,
disguise the hurt with wine and fire,
how many tears you shed to nurture a rose?
Drink deep when dusk descends,
the moon-kissed air
that succours,
us, together, invincible.
Our balustrades standing tall,
us, together, invincible.
Your fires never die,
and what mad embers arise
in your insatiable veins that pump life.
Our cold souls fantasise
of the warmth of walls now scaleable,
never will the shadows frighten you again
on the house of our ancient caste.
She enslaved me from the start,
she captured my heart,
I recall our lips trembled a whisper apart,
carouses in fantasia like two spirits cast to madness.
Through split lips of torture,
I scream out her name,
I keep a candle burning in my heart
that is thine shrine.
In silence now the stars follow her tune,
as I pen an open sonnet,
to the pearly gates above
as I gazed upon this angel
intoxicating everything.
She is a flame, divine,
my call of duty, irrefutable,
drinking in her flora, her aura,
arcane perfection,
fervent lips, betwixt her deliciousness,
falls resurrection,
now she stirs the night just like the perfect Lorelei.
Although I was the author of sin
that compelled her wings to furl,
her spirit represents the pleasant scent
of asphodel in this wretched world.
In wine and infinite poetry,
her fires bathe the sky,
her portrait of the deep
calls forth her potent siren song,
I spread my dreams beneath her feet,
she exudes a lure of lycanthropy and Elysium.
I first saw her grin,
snow white and raven hair,
my heart started to canter,
I fell for her designs
and poured my kisses where angels smell her ways.
Racking my brain, like absinthe,
could never fully paint her visage,
vast is the power she possesses
spread like red excited kisses,
her essence
could fulfil in the parlance of the angels.
Vast is the power I caressed,
the flutes and sweet wine
of her voice anodyne,
winged seraphim holds love's trembling hand,
I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose
set upon a marbled dream of white,
so pure of thought like a vestal statue,
snow white and raven hair,
I thank my lucky stars.