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DESIDERIO : FORKED TONGUES AND VAMPIRIC PENS VI
The serpent spits into the northern winds
To spread the venom across the land
Fangs puncture flesh to beguile the lordship
Cruel be the spiral of the damned
Thus she bathed
‘twixt the nave
That spawned Lucifer
Atop the grave
What is this weight on your shoulders?
Angel on one, devil on the other
Whispering bittersweet forked tongues again
Cursed poetry scribed with vampiric pens
in desiderio
igne vestri
propter
caro meas
The desire, your fire for my flesh
Is burning all with bated breath
Look salvation in the eye and say goodbye
This satire of liars in abscess
Alive in the void beyond death
The serpent kiss sent to her parapet
Whence she sat so lonely in despair
Bereft of true love within Heaven’s bliss
Cast herself from holy nightmares
And she fell
‘neath the spell
Cast by seraphim
Absolved in Hell
Spitting image of vile demons
Ubiquitous in witchcraft sermons
Whispering bittersweet forked tongues again
Cursed poetry scribed with vampiric pens
in desiderio
igne vestri
propter
caro meas
The desire, your fire for my flesh
Is burning all with bated breath
Look salvation in the eye and say goodbye
This satire of liars in abscess
Alive in the void beyond death
Alive and suffering
Kiss me with your poisoned lips
Is this really Heaven
Or the apocalypse?
The very last shred of hope
Has died and left severed
Swing from the hangman’s rope
Gravely, laying in this wreath of flame
Naked in your tattered arms, moonlight
Cast a prophecy by the winter storm
Cenobites await in the night
Cut the meek
‘midst the beast
And the sacrilege
On splintered peaks
Awaiting you on this doomsday
When our eidolons worship the grave
Whispering bittersweet forked tongues again
Cursed poetry scribed with vampiric pens
in desiderio
igne vestri
propter
caro meas
The desire, your fire for my flesh
Is burning all with bated breath
Look salvation in the eye and say goodbye
This satire of liars in abscess
Alive in the void beyond death
Kiss me with your poisoned lips
Is this really Heaven
Or the apocalypse?
The very last shred of hope
Has died and left severed
Swing from the hangman’s rope
Spitting image of vile demons
Ubiquitous in witchcraft sermons
Whispering bittersweet forked tongues again
Cursed poetry scribed with vampiric pens
in desiderio
igne vestri
propter
caro meas
(c) 2017 Frank Green
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