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SYMPHONY OF EIDOLONS : FORKED TONGUES AND VAMPIRIC PENS IV
I have slaughtered my muse
And left it dead before me
Like vermin in the street
Reborn with infernal seed
From the steps leading to Heaven’s chambers
To the precipice of the pits of Hell
Her lovecraft laced with madness still haunting
The crypt of the damned behind the veil
I am utterly addicted
Helplessly
I would slay the lions of Nemea
Faceless pacts for scions of Hymea
My treasure, her pleasure
Purity so violently
Spoken by bards
Vehemently
From words to swords upon forked tongues
Clashed on walls where entrails strung
Tuned to screams in wages of sin
Wrought in stone with vampiric pens
Ravens serenade corpses hung
Murdered symphony on forked tongues
Bury me in Midian
Scriptures carved with vampiric pens
Men of God placed before the guillotine
Iconic, ironic idols of guilt
The Countess cums on the face of obscene
Towers of powers whence the dark was built
Oh my dear eidolon
Whisper deep secrets to me
Path to God choked with death
Clear the way for the beast
I am utterly infected
Bloodthirsty
I have sought the splendors of Ouranos
And sowed the splinters in the holy corpse
I’ve weathered the leather
Silently her dynasty
Echoed through years
Treacherously
From words to swords upon forked tongues
Clashed on walls where entrails strung
Tuned to screams in wages of sin
Wrought in stone with vampiric pens
Ravens serenade corpses hung
Murdered symphony on forked tongues
Bury me in Midian
Scriptures carved with vampiric pens
Daimonion
My companion
Verily
Currently
Bespoke the torture
With love enrapture
My blackened heart
A tragic parody
The daughter of Faen
Place thy damn blessing on me
Partake in my curses
Chiseled in poetry
Become one before the beasts of Tsavo
Because I can smell the fear in their veins
I hunger for the flesh of conquerors
And shepherd the devoured to their graves
I am utterly addicted
Helplessly
I would slay the lions of Nemea
Faceless pacts for scions of Hymea
My treasure, her pleasure
Purity so violently
Spoken by bards
Vehemently
From words to swords upon forked tongues
Clashed on walls where entrails strung
Tuned to screams in wages of sin
Wrought in stone with vampiric pens
Ravens serenade corpses hung
Murdered symphony on forked tongues
Bury me in Midian
Scriptures carved with vampiric pens
(c) 2017 Frank Green
And left it dead before me
Like vermin in the street
Reborn with infernal seed
From the steps leading to Heaven’s chambers
To the precipice of the pits of Hell
Her lovecraft laced with madness still haunting
The crypt of the damned behind the veil
I am utterly addicted
Helplessly
I would slay the lions of Nemea
Faceless pacts for scions of Hymea
My treasure, her pleasure
Purity so violently
Spoken by bards
Vehemently
From words to swords upon forked tongues
Clashed on walls where entrails strung
Tuned to screams in wages of sin
Wrought in stone with vampiric pens
Ravens serenade corpses hung
Murdered symphony on forked tongues
Bury me in Midian
Scriptures carved with vampiric pens
Men of God placed before the guillotine
Iconic, ironic idols of guilt
The Countess cums on the face of obscene
Towers of powers whence the dark was built
Oh my dear eidolon
Whisper deep secrets to me
Path to God choked with death
Clear the way for the beast
I am utterly infected
Bloodthirsty
I have sought the splendors of Ouranos
And sowed the splinters in the holy corpse
I’ve weathered the leather
Silently her dynasty
Echoed through years
Treacherously
From words to swords upon forked tongues
Clashed on walls where entrails strung
Tuned to screams in wages of sin
Wrought in stone with vampiric pens
Ravens serenade corpses hung
Murdered symphony on forked tongues
Bury me in Midian
Scriptures carved with vampiric pens
Daimonion
My companion
Verily
Currently
Bespoke the torture
With love enrapture
My blackened heart
A tragic parody
The daughter of Faen
Place thy damn blessing on me
Partake in my curses
Chiseled in poetry
Become one before the beasts of Tsavo
Because I can smell the fear in their veins
I hunger for the flesh of conquerors
And shepherd the devoured to their graves
I am utterly addicted
Helplessly
I would slay the lions of Nemea
Faceless pacts for scions of Hymea
My treasure, her pleasure
Purity so violently
Spoken by bards
Vehemently
From words to swords upon forked tongues
Clashed on walls where entrails strung
Tuned to screams in wages of sin
Wrought in stone with vampiric pens
Ravens serenade corpses hung
Murdered symphony on forked tongues
Bury me in Midian
Scriptures carved with vampiric pens
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 29th Jun 2017
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Anonymous
29th Jun 2017 4:23am
Cryptic and exhilarating
29th Jun 2017 4:57am
my Darkest Lord no one writes like you do
this is beyond masterful
it is a blackened, bad ass work of art..
love Crim
this is beyond masterful
it is a blackened, bad ass work of art..
love Crim
30th Jun 2017 4:05am
Anonymous
30th Jun 2017 3:48am
My Lord Hades...it was read in a comment you left somewhere I believe that you were struggling (not sure if that was the correct word used but something along those lines) when it came to writing and I must tell you, there is certainly no sign of that here...this is some incredible ink and just when I thought I had a favorite line another one kicked my ass! Most excellent!!!
Xoxo Sweet Sacrifice
Xoxo Sweet Sacrifice
30th Jun 2017 4:04am
Awesome. The Forked Tongues series has helped out a lot. I just have fun seeing how many different ways I can write about the same thing. Thank you for stopping by, Sweet Sacrifice, it's always a joy to see your comments.
