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VOID-WALKING THROUGH LUCIFORM NOCTAMBULANCE
A thousand nights spent idle, I spat on the hour-hand
Wasted much worth in the knell of maleficence
Stagnant rivers like miasma meeting the ichnogram
My dusk flowers wilting in phantasmic odium
Twelve abhorrent years in shame, salt on the wound
Thy galanty spilt upon the walls of reclusion
Wafting in the winnowing wind, eclipsing my eschaton
My patefaction indeed would free the noctambulant
Scarlet bridge through oceans of ice, the last I recall striding by
Below glistening vermillion sky
Where my dreams lay on the floor as a canvas for unease
Sleepwalking past nightmare veils
Amathophobic fear of the sun, of which this forest filtered
Where curiosity meets agony
To drink of crimson liquid as necyomantic creed
Tantalizing visions from which my demons feed
Scourge of your vitality, encapsulated greed
Terebrate and penetrate until the void is freed
Walking through the chasm, ulosis besets
In this last winter umbrage where phantoms dance
I must depart, cadge me not
In caliginous halls you may fell the beast
But the fever will never calcify
Through hecatombs and blooded moons, panchreston for spoiled wombs
My luciform gathers in blackest sanctiloquence
Be that it may, hiraeth devours
The call of death forever muted
Shadows echopraxic, deceitful and sour
Indulge in the gift that you once refuted
This rose unfurled from my hands once empty
Is the very same that you dreamt of
I’ll find you wherein night ceilings reside
Where last you tasted of ichor divine
‘Till pools rubefacted ripple beneath
In purgatorio, I deftly bequeath
Published 16th Oct 2016
| Edited 17th Oct 2016
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