4 July 2008
I proved it, improved it Drove a sonnet right through it And in this state of bliss Evil kissed with wet lips Pen-filled fingertips
We walk this Eden, a secret Faces hidden under Leonine pride In dusk's embrace We find it hard to keep it When blood and lust and waking worlds collide
Burning flesh, Dripping sweat, Using them all, like the paralyzing snake, Charmed and enchanted by the babylon whore.
I cannot remember How it was that we first met Curve of moon and haunted shore The stars were not those Heaven sent Did we come together At masked palatial Balls In silks and flesh and leather Or did
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light A swan song for ravens trapped flapping in night A tragic yet magical fall from grace Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste Those whose long fetters a
I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies se
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