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SACRIFICE FOR HER RUNES
My priestess of vengeance
Leaves a wolf at my door
Howling of betrayal
Sacred songs of her lore
Those long forsaken tombs
Forgotten at the shores
By bards in exile
Drunken on last knight’s noir
I am a victim of my own device
A golem bred from my haunted dreams
The echo of her lullaby screams
Medieval chamber threshold of demise
She desires the fall of high kings
Just to feed the spawn beneath her wings
If today is the day
That I pass to the crux
I’ll infuse the ether
With my green putrid pus
And leave my sacrifice
There are her holy cusp
Incite her denial
Of godless incest fucks
The stars can never truly understand
The desperation of The Lady Moon
My jars, canopic and scribed with laments
Configuring the regrets of infants
Sacrificed to nec’romantic runes
My lady of ravens
Leaves a crow at my pane
Cawing into the dark
Twisting thoughts of the sane
Man who has crawled behind
The shrouded veil of shame
Am I now infernal
Destined for damning flames?
I am the maker of my own devil
The vampire feeding on my veins
Is the same one who split them in twain
This utter darkness in which I revel
Casts back a reflection of my face
A gruesome ghast from beyond the grave
But God can’t rest this soul
It’s the devil’s tribute
For I suffer for her
In her lowest repute
“Do what you shall with me
For I cannot dispute
The fact you’re eternal
Above all things obscure”
The stars can never truly understand
The desperation of The Lady Moon
My jars, canopic and scribed with laments
Configuring the regrets of infants
Sacrificed to nec’romantic runes
What are these scribes
Confessions? Professions? Collections?
Who will mourn my time
Deceivers? Receivers? Believers?
I can’t see the light
Expressing! Obsession! Aggression!
You will know my kind
Messiah? Pariah? Chimera?
Let me go, Lady Moon
For I am the first of your last
Curse your apocalyptic kiss
That scarred with sacrilegious scorn
The herald of the coming storm
I have become a shell
Of desecrators and inventors
And tormentors at the heart of epicenters
Don’t leave me in this Hell!
Bring me home, Lady Moon
The stars can never truly understand
The desperation of The Lady Moon
My jars, canopic and scribed with laments
Configuring the regrets of infants
Sacrificed to nec’romantic runes
What are these scribes
Confessions? Professions? Collections?
Who will mourn my time
Deceivers? Receivers? Believers?
I can’t see the light
Expressing! Obsession! Aggression!
You will know my kind
Messiah? Pariah? Chimera?
The stars can never truly understand
The desperation of The Lady Moon
My jars, canopic and scribed with laments
Configuring the regrets of infants
Sacrificed to nec’romantic runes
What are these flames
Punishment? Covenant? Atonement?
I can feel the blame
Assuming! Refusing! Exhuming!
One more nail in vain
Adornment! Dethronement! Entombment!
For her it’s the same
Manifest! Resurrect! Devilment!
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Leaves a wolf at my door
Howling of betrayal
Sacred songs of her lore
Those long forsaken tombs
Forgotten at the shores
By bards in exile
Drunken on last knight’s noir
I am a victim of my own device
A golem bred from my haunted dreams
The echo of her lullaby screams
Medieval chamber threshold of demise
She desires the fall of high kings
Just to feed the spawn beneath her wings
If today is the day
That I pass to the crux
I’ll infuse the ether
With my green putrid pus
And leave my sacrifice
There are her holy cusp
Incite her denial
Of godless incest fucks
The stars can never truly understand
The desperation of The Lady Moon
My jars, canopic and scribed with laments
Configuring the regrets of infants
Sacrificed to nec’romantic runes
My lady of ravens
Leaves a crow at my pane
Cawing into the dark
Twisting thoughts of the sane
Man who has crawled behind
The shrouded veil of shame
Am I now infernal
Destined for damning flames?
I am the maker of my own devil
The vampire feeding on my veins
Is the same one who split them in twain
This utter darkness in which I revel
Casts back a reflection of my face
A gruesome ghast from beyond the grave
But God can’t rest this soul
It’s the devil’s tribute
For I suffer for her
In her lowest repute
“Do what you shall with me
For I cannot dispute
The fact you’re eternal
Above all things obscure”
The stars can never truly understand
The desperation of The Lady Moon
My jars, canopic and scribed with laments
Configuring the regrets of infants
Sacrificed to nec’romantic runes
What are these scribes
Confessions? Professions? Collections?
Who will mourn my time
Deceivers? Receivers? Believers?
I can’t see the light
Expressing! Obsession! Aggression!
You will know my kind
Messiah? Pariah? Chimera?
Let me go, Lady Moon
For I am the first of your last
Curse your apocalyptic kiss
That scarred with sacrilegious scorn
The herald of the coming storm
I have become a shell
Of desecrators and inventors
And tormentors at the heart of epicenters
Don’t leave me in this Hell!
Bring me home, Lady Moon
The stars can never truly understand
The desperation of The Lady Moon
My jars, canopic and scribed with laments
Configuring the regrets of infants
Sacrificed to nec’romantic runes
What are these scribes
Confessions? Professions? Collections?
Who will mourn my time
Deceivers? Receivers? Believers?
I can’t see the light
Expressing! Obsession! Aggression!
You will know my kind
Messiah? Pariah? Chimera?
The stars can never truly understand
The desperation of The Lady Moon
My jars, canopic and scribed with laments
Configuring the regrets of infants
Sacrificed to nec’romantic runes
What are these flames
Punishment? Covenant? Atonement?
I can feel the blame
Assuming! Refusing! Exhuming!
One more nail in vain
Adornment! Dethronement! Entombment!
For her it’s the same
Manifest! Resurrect! Devilment!
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 29th Aug 2017
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Anonymous
29th Aug 2017 2:46am
Frank.. this is pure and absolute metal.. my brother, you are truly made of steel.. fucking fantastic ink.. much respect..
Dave
Dave
29th Aug 2017 3:02am
29th Aug 2017 8:20am
It's always a ride stepping into your dark light ... your writing speaks to those things we want to deny
11th Sep 2017 3:59am
is it so wrong to deny the darkness? I'm not so sure, there's no denying that. Lol
30th Aug 2017 2:27pm
"If today is the day
That I pass to the crux
I’ll infuse the ether
With my green putrid pus
And leave my sacrifice
There are her holy cusp
Incite her denial
Of godless incest fucks"
damn it my Darkest Lord
you down with this gothic ink
I bow in your presence..
love Crim
That I pass to the crux
I’ll infuse the ether
With my green putrid pus
And leave my sacrifice
There are her holy cusp
Incite her denial
Of godless incest fucks"
damn it my Darkest Lord
you down with this gothic ink
I bow in your presence..
love Crim
11th Sep 2017 3:59am
Anonymous
11th Sep 2017 2:09am
WOW!! This is truly amazing!! A twisted dark masterpiece!! Loved absolutely every part of it!! Spectacular job!!
11th Sep 2017 4:00am
