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- - - HER ARCANE ARCADE - - -
The arcade of her arcane prowlness
Reflects upon thy winter facade
The coming of the gothic lioness
In deleted scenes comprised of horror
My terror resounds in artwork fevers
Murdering crows with utmost fashion
Victorian gowns sweep the grounds
Reserved for death in the throes of passion
Is it a blessing or a curse
Her verse retold in reverse?
The devil’s concubine
A naughty philistine
Betrothed to an unholy cause
All of her perfect little flaws
Disrobed before the eyes of God
Damned again
Once again
Upon a time
The victim of the crime
Sat upon a stair
Where weeping angels pine
She sleeps all alone like a ghost
In the house of frigid hosts
The condemned libertine
In utmost misery
In the grip of His holy claws
She stares deep into hungry maws
Jagged lance from the hand of God
Damned again
Once again
Upon a time
The crack before the nine
Hand sits upon doom
When jealous angels pine
I wished upon her scar
That the moon and all the stars
Would fall before her grace
The presence of the Styx
Crashed on the wall of her fits
When tears fell from her face
Spin the web that begot her tale
When the crucifix regaled
Words lost in a sea of laments
At tombs where she sought to repent
God did turn a deafened ear
Cursed spiders spin their tales for her
With their sugared poisonous lures
To shine the path for passing drifters
Snared like a fly by grim shifters
Where have thou gone, my dear?
I await right beside her tomb
Where, once, I promised the moon
The door to paradise
Stands in her paradigm
A crimson letter on her breast
It was tattooed for nothing less
Then failing to love one true god
Damned again
Once again
Upon a time
Forsake this cryptic rhyme
The winds carry embers
When mourning angels pine
My heart aches in the lunar rays
Memories of nights by the bay
A kiss like nectarines
Now becomes serpentine
When nightmares invade waking dreams
I awake with cold sweat and screams
Rent from cold nights reserved by God
Damned again
Once again
Upon a time
When true love was once mine
Fate walks a dark path
Where weeping angels pine
I wished upon her scar
That the moon and all the stars
Would fall before her grace
The presence of the Styx
Crashed on the wall of my fits
When tears fell from my face
The arcade of her arcane prowlness
Reflects upon thy winter facade
The coming of the gothic lioness
In deleted scenes comprised of horror
My terror resounds in artwork fevers
Murdering crows with utmost fashion
Victorian gowns sweep the grounds
Reserved for death in the throes of passion
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 8th Dec 2015
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8th Dec 2015 8:39am
Darkest Lord Hades in love with this wicked ink you really got down it's bad ass..
love these lines..
"I wished upon her scar
That the moon and all the stars
Would fall before her grace
The presence of the Styx
Crashed on the wall of her fits
When tears fell from her face
Spin the web that begot her tale
When the crucifix regaled
Words lost in a sea of laments
At tombs where she sought to repent
God did turn a deafened ear"
speaks to my demonically owned being..
love Crimsin
love these lines..
"I wished upon her scar
That the moon and all the stars
Would fall before her grace
The presence of the Styx
Crashed on the wall of her fits
When tears fell from her face
Spin the web that begot her tale
When the crucifix regaled
Words lost in a sea of laments
At tombs where she sought to repent
God did turn a deafened ear"
speaks to my demonically owned being..
love Crimsin
12th Dec 2015 5:39am
Envisioning I'm reading of Her damnation from the aged pages of a old tome. Your ink always surges with such a exquisite darkness. Enjoyed. blue angel
