"A silent walk through the Doré"
We could speak of falling rebel angels
pursuing Death as war.
hilts of gilded spears that pierce sorrowed hearts so very far.
Ravens setting sail from the scythe's brilliant steel blade.
Christian Armageddon cut off clouds of white hosts,
crying as life passed from soft pale faces.
so they worshiped at the Devils doorstep
with a black hooded goats head.
horns of a harbinger woven upon thorn nest,
and torches burning in the nights shallow air.
as men hung from the creaking gallows
stone benches became soapboxes of the same trees ,
high justice birthing sin from boiling mothers milk.
bats swooped from the mountain ranges,
past scarlet robes,
casting ripples that swooped in and saved from salvation.
battlefields fed fat as oil barons
reminisced of smoldering brush fires
forged down barrels of overturned cannons.
at the cold feet of fathers and brothers,
head smashed in crimson puddles.
the dirt drinking it's self to gluttony.
between the patches of smoke plumes
you could see the oceans waves
crashing viridian in the distance,
amidst all its splendor past midnight's light house of Alexandria;
relieving field captains of their command.
blue as her eyes as you can best remember,
redeem us from the monsters we've become.
living purgatory as the passing of months, millennia;
saw women's torsos,supple breasts
crawling on spider legs bodies.
agony was too archaic to bear.
we fill our graveyards,
the only thing humans are good at.
let us set sail from wooden ships, walking waters
to the moons silhouette;
pelicans flocking underneath on the dunes breeze.
vanishing ice wall canyons call my name.
the weary shall finally rest in the forest of suicides,
and our memories in the greenest stone valley lochs.
as the storm fades off into the horizons twilight.
three nymphs quell our appetites of young beauty,
dancing naked to the song of nature.
Inspired by the fantastic art work of Gustave Doré https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustave_Dor%C3%A9