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- - - GODLESS VESPERS ON SERPENT TONGUES - - -
Touch me with cold fingers
Longing for warm flesh
Stinking of grave dangers
Passionate, death’s caress
Morbid are the vows
Sworn before the crown
Beneath our midnight doom
Hallow be thy tomb
Cursed in verse
Howling at the moon
She walks in shadow
Damned by morning light
Dread voices from below
With wicked tongue delight
Rusted slivers in tasty veins
Sipping from her sweet bouquet
I remain locked in sorrow
To writhe once more
In another tomorrow
Skeletons haunt hollows
When juggernauts succumb
Devils dare for gallows
Who knows just where I come from?
Crows fly in despair
The eyes in the tear
Under the claw and lash
And the teeth that gnash
Pore the gore
Where all hopes are dashed
She speaks in whispers
Ghostly serenades
When a dead heart withers
Cold, stinking of the grave
Godless vespers on serpent tongues
Spitting from her sweet laments
She remains locked in sorrow
To writhe once more
In another tomorrow
I cannot remember
The last time I beheld her grace
In the breeze, burning embers
Visions of delusions of her face
Storms never surrender
To the war behind these eyes
At last, I will dismember
The splendors of tremors
A concubine becoming divine
Godless vespers on serpent tongues
Spitting from her sweet laments
She remains locked in sorrow
To writhe once more
In another tomorrow
How can death intensify
Love of two dead still beating hearts
In pictures, red glorified
The burning eyes of condemning courts
Righteousness I despise
On the eve of darkest arts
I come upon parasites
That brutalize and crucify
Until we rise to tear them apart
Rusted slivers in tasty veins
Sipping from her sweet bouquet
I remain locked in sorrow
To writhe once more
In another tomorrow
(c) 2016 Frank Green
Published 12th Jun 2016
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12th Jun 2016 11:51pm
"I cannot remember
The last time I beheld her grace
In the breeze, burning embers
Visions of delusions of her face
Storms never surrender
To the war behind these eyes
At last, I will dismember
The splendors of tremors
A concubine becoming divine"
Darkest Lord in awe of this wicked darkened scribe..
forever in Darkness Crim
The last time I beheld her grace
In the breeze, burning embers
Visions of delusions of her face
Storms never surrender
To the war behind these eyes
At last, I will dismember
The splendors of tremors
A concubine becoming divine"
Darkest Lord in awe of this wicked darkened scribe..
forever in Darkness Crim
13th Jun 2016 00:14am
