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- - - REMAINS OV HEAVEN, BEQUEATHED - - -
Born with power and grace
Of hurricanes
She arises with the face
Of the darkness and the vain
Godless, thirteen nights absinthe
On the steps of the mourning path
A trial of death
When salvation is absent
On the streets that are paved with wrath
The madness churns with turmoil
This primordial goddess with
No hand of God
From angels to sad gargoyles
She remains with screams that were rent
A boutique of thorns at her core
She is the face of holy wars
Her red eyes burning with scorn
She is the conceiving wyrm
A million stars flicker beneath
Remains ov Heavens, now bequeathed
The crusaders of a faith lost
In the throes of the last holocaust
Goddess, The Venus
Sands of time between us
Lo, the songs of severed
In grips of forever
Enthralling siren song
A picture in the fog
Those jealous angels pine
For a beauty trapped in time
For the clasp of her kiss
I tore at her chrysalis
Waging wars of vengeance
Scents of death are fragrant
Normandy and fall of Troy
For a face I so enjoyed
I will slaughter millions more
With purifying war
Seeds of power and grace
Of tidal waves
Bound in black leather and chains
She will rise from the grave
The abyss and the thirteen stone
Around the sacrificial flame
The emerging depths
Takes the form of blackened bone
That's writhing with fire and pain
A boutique of thorns at her core
She is the face of holy wars
Her red eyes burning with scorn
She is the conceiving wyrm
A million stars flicker beneath
Remains ov Heavens, now bequeathed
The crusaders of a faith lost
In the throes of the last holocaust
Bow to her!
Your Queen of Night!
Inclinant ad eam!
Regina vestra Nocte!
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Of hurricanes
She arises with the face
Of the darkness and the vain
Godless, thirteen nights absinthe
On the steps of the mourning path
A trial of death
When salvation is absent
On the streets that are paved with wrath
The madness churns with turmoil
This primordial goddess with
No hand of God
From angels to sad gargoyles
She remains with screams that were rent
A boutique of thorns at her core
She is the face of holy wars
Her red eyes burning with scorn
She is the conceiving wyrm
A million stars flicker beneath
Remains ov Heavens, now bequeathed
The crusaders of a faith lost
In the throes of the last holocaust
Goddess, The Venus
Sands of time between us
Lo, the songs of severed
In grips of forever
Enthralling siren song
A picture in the fog
Those jealous angels pine
For a beauty trapped in time
For the clasp of her kiss
I tore at her chrysalis
Waging wars of vengeance
Scents of death are fragrant
Normandy and fall of Troy
For a face I so enjoyed
I will slaughter millions more
With purifying war
Seeds of power and grace
Of tidal waves
Bound in black leather and chains
She will rise from the grave
The abyss and the thirteen stone
Around the sacrificial flame
The emerging depths
Takes the form of blackened bone
That's writhing with fire and pain
A boutique of thorns at her core
She is the face of holy wars
Her red eyes burning with scorn
She is the conceiving wyrm
A million stars flicker beneath
Remains ov Heavens, now bequeathed
The crusaders of a faith lost
In the throes of the last holocaust
Bow to her!
Your Queen of Night!
Inclinant ad eam!
Regina vestra Nocte!
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 26th Jul 2015
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26th Jul 2015 10:40pm
Sir Hades a write for the ages.. full of passion I can feel the Earth quaking beneath me as I read this.. so much raw yet refined power.. with love and respect Crim
26th Jul 2015 10:46pm
Thank you, I figured I would try a new rhyming scheme to see how well it worked.
28th Jul 2015 3:08am
"Seeds of power and grace
Of tidal waves
Bound in black leather and chains
She will rise from the grave"
That gave me imageries that's both scary and exciting. Inspiring! :) HadesR.
Of tidal waves
Bound in black leather and chains
She will rise from the grave"
That gave me imageries that's both scary and exciting. Inspiring! :) HadesR.
28th Jul 2015 5:40am
