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- - - CHILDREN OF A LEPER GOD - - -
Upon the steps of angels
Ichor pools before me
The host of holy ghosts
Braying at my door
The wolves have come to hunt
Blood pounding hearts and lame
Children of a leper god
In this ancient rite of game
Venom flows beneath the stitches
Tattooed on her porcelain wrists
Love, it seems, is not immortal
When tender kisses poison spent lips
She threw her rose from heavenly seats
Reserved for a creator long since blind and cruel
In truth, so blue, split in twain, incomplete
He shined light on ballrooms, divine
Crusted with diamonds, tarnished with blood
She danced amidst the mourning tunes
For the sadistic pleasures of God
A lash from fiery tongues
Stygian barbs in tender flesh
A fragile bloom iron maiden
Beyond reach of my caress
I found her statue in a cemetery
Forgotten by man and lost gods alike
Moss covered with the stench of death
Trapped by the will of one last reich
The steady gaze of our adversary
And without shame, tears burned my eyes
Grief did hang like midnight lanterns
Cursed with memories of lovers
Hearts withered into jaded phantoms
Seraphim choirs echo a song
Of restless eidolons twisting in their torment
Sad laments, mysteries of what went wrong
Now in the company of witches
Necromancy keeps me breathing
When the reckoning falls on fate
Comes a storm of bloodthirsty heathens
I stand upon the verdict
Of undeserving ones
A doom come none too soon
Laid before my door
Leaves never fail to say
At late October’s grave
Lepers of a childish god
Come liberator and the slave
A lash from fiery tongues
Stygian barbs in tender flesh
A fragile bloom iron maiden
Beyond reach of my caress
I found her statue in a cemetery
Forgotten by man and lost gods alike
Moss covered with the stench of death
Trapped by the will of one last reich
The steady gaze of our adversary
A welcome death
Seems so far away
A sleep in peace
Just one piece
With her tonight
Seamless plight
As a raven’s
Midwinter flight
A lash from fiery tongues
Stygian barbs in tender flesh
A fragile bloom iron maiden
Beyond reach of my caress
I found her statue in a cemetery
Forgotten by man and lost gods alike
Moss covered with the stench of death
Trapped by the will of one last reich
The steady gaze of our adversary
Upon the steps of angels
Ichor pools before me
The host of holy ghosts
Braying at my door
The wolves have come to hunt
Blood pounding hearts and lame
Children of a leper god
In this ancient rite of game
(c) 2016 Frank Green
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