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HAEMOLACRYA AND THE FROSTWORK HEART

I wake, risen by catatonic moon
O'er the sepulchre, cruel winds blew
And upon me repose, a twilight rose
Dilapidated by the curse she chose

A strychnine romance
Tainted upon the glass
She fell in bliss
With a wormwood kiss

Sorrow is but sculpted of avarice
And avaricious I am

Of my thoughts there are few
Each memory was borne of you
Firm grasp on affinity
Now and always, rot with me

It gleamed moreso than the dew
Funeral portrait ignites the room
Our souls will burn outside the blue
That promise you made that was my hue

Her death is mine to bare alone
Fever spreads, ichorescent dome
Those lips no longer spake empathy
No words can reach, I weep for thee

Yes, her petals on the floor do wither
An emaciated palm, my boon to give her
The light begins to dim in her gaze
In her lone aeviternal pool she wades

And it is crimson as my blood
Dripping from the wound she left me
Carrion star, you've left a scar
And left the frozen gates of Hell ajar

My hands on the destitute earth
Where once we danced 'neath the sun
Now tormented by carrion birds
Forest of rue, wreathe of hope's repugn

Their branches twist away from us
As if the Devil screamed

And I taste only petrichor amidst
Her delphic semblance haunts the mist
To sublimate and burn my skin
The frostwork heart decays within

Indigo dawn
Emblazoned our last moments
Her flesh, even in death
A vibrant reflection
Of what is eternal
Colour beyond the black
And the pale

I'll oft venture back to her grave
To dance again where night remains
With her ghostly form nigh tangible
Until the sands of time are null