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- - - HER OPERATIC BLASPHEMY - - -
She comes alive in trails of onyx ink
Her lovely voice resounds in poetry
Composed in throes of the dark arts
In the house of jealous creators
Her beauty begets blasphemy
She lays bare all of my forsaken sins
Images flashing by in lantern light
Concludes a scarlet masterpiece
Guarded by legions of Praetors
Withered by the flesh of the night
She moves inside me
Like consecrated shadow
Devouring all of me
I can feel her stirring below
I'm bound by this spiritual invasion
She is the riddle of the paradigm
An architect of damnation
In the wild company of satyrs
Constructing her own paradise
She moves inside me
Like consecrated shadow
Devouring all of me
I can feel her stirring below
In my lacerations
Signs of desperation
Writhe with worms beneath
Stitches decomposing
Carrion dive imposing
Bated breath and skull themed wreaths
Her face is draped
By a velvet cowl
She sings a song
Of operatic phantasms
And lycan howls
Her beauty portrayed on black tapestries
In galleries dedicated to death
Incarnate in a sea of tears
Force fed the blood of useless savoirs
I, willingly, give my last breath
She moves inside me
Like consecrated shadow
Devouring all of me
I can feel her stirring below
In my lacerations
Signs of desperation
Writhe with worms beneath
Stitches decomposing
Carrion dive imposing
Bated breath and skull themed wreaths
The flesh ripples
With something under
It sings a song
Of operatic phantasms
And lycan howls
(c) 2015 Frank Green
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