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ALL FOR YOU : BENEATH THE DEAD
I can feel you
Beyond the gallery
Where you rest
Nocturnally
The touch of death is like a midnightmare lover’s caress
When winter’s frost rests, lightly, upon your frigid breasts
I sought your doom beneath haunted moons
Harvesting the boon of the devil’s renown
For I have cursed scriptured righteous verse
Succumb and perverse, in deathcraft well endowed
All for you
I wear this crown of horns
All for you
Bear the bouquet of thorns
All for you
With ravens and murder
All for you
The Devil and Thunder
Where tears were bled
Beneath the dead
Sons fail to shine so holy divine
And eclipse the time shimmering so grim
Without you here, I’m Faithless I fear
Becoming quite clear behind theater scrims
The touch of love is like a midsummer dying widow
Embracing dusk, so surely, within frigid shadows
All for you
I wear this crown of horns
All for you
Bear the bouquet of thorns
All for you
With ravens and murder
All for you
The Devil and Thunder
Where tears were bled
Beneath the dead
A love song penned with inky darkness
Composed of demons steeped in blackness
In the madness wrought before the dawn
I can hear your voice upon the storm
When the sirens succumb to harlots
Awash in those rivers stained scarlet
Your tomb, adorned, nightly with roses
That woe the sun and decomposes
”Come, come, come
to me, my darkest knight
‘o morning scars
and mourning stars
Burn, burn, burn
for me, my purest night
lovers mimic
our passion
demonic”
The crow song recites my poetry
That’s infantile in its foetry
In the turmoil wrought before the throne
Shattered with the celestial bones
I’ve felt the furies’ storms washed ashore
A repast, at last, that I abhor
Jugular knives are piercing the meat
Lo, hear my scorn cold upon the deep
Lovely malice on the silent winter snow
Your blessing shines brightly here below
When prayers are fraught upon battlefronts
We all know Paris wept for Helen’s cunt
Replicated by your suffering
All for you
I wear this crown of horns
All for you
Bear the bouquet of thorns
All for you
With ravens and murder
All for you
The Devil and Thunder
Where tears were bled
Beneath the dead
The touch of love is like a midsummer dying widow
Embracing dusk, so surely, within frigid shadows
All for you
I wear this crown of horns
All for you
Bear the bouquet of thorns
All for you
With ravens and murder
All for you
The Devil and Thunder
Where tears were bled
Beneath the dead
I can feel you
Beyond the gallery
Where you rest
Infernally
The touch of death is like a midnightmare lover’s caress
When winter’s frost rests, lightly, upon your frigid breasts
Beyond the gallery
Where you rest
Nocturnally
The touch of death is like a midnightmare lover’s caress
When winter’s frost rests, lightly, upon your frigid breasts
I sought your doom beneath haunted moons
Harvesting the boon of the devil’s renown
For I have cursed scriptured righteous verse
Succumb and perverse, in deathcraft well endowed
All for you
I wear this crown of horns
All for you
Bear the bouquet of thorns
All for you
With ravens and murder
All for you
The Devil and Thunder
Where tears were bled
Beneath the dead
Sons fail to shine so holy divine
And eclipse the time shimmering so grim
Without you here, I’m Faithless I fear
Becoming quite clear behind theater scrims
The touch of love is like a midsummer dying widow
Embracing dusk, so surely, within frigid shadows
All for you
I wear this crown of horns
All for you
Bear the bouquet of thorns
All for you
With ravens and murder
All for you
The Devil and Thunder
Where tears were bled
Beneath the dead
A love song penned with inky darkness
Composed of demons steeped in blackness
In the madness wrought before the dawn
I can hear your voice upon the storm
When the sirens succumb to harlots
Awash in those rivers stained scarlet
Your tomb, adorned, nightly with roses
That woe the sun and decomposes
”Come, come, come
to me, my darkest knight
‘o morning scars
and mourning stars
Burn, burn, burn
for me, my purest night
lovers mimic
our passion
demonic”
The crow song recites my poetry
That’s infantile in its foetry
In the turmoil wrought before the throne
Shattered with the celestial bones
I’ve felt the furies’ storms washed ashore
A repast, at last, that I abhor
Jugular knives are piercing the meat
Lo, hear my scorn cold upon the deep
Lovely malice on the silent winter snow
Your blessing shines brightly here below
When prayers are fraught upon battlefronts
We all know Paris wept for Helen’s cunt
Replicated by your suffering
All for you
I wear this crown of horns
All for you
Bear the bouquet of thorns
All for you
With ravens and murder
All for you
The Devil and Thunder
Where tears were bled
Beneath the dead
The touch of love is like a midsummer dying widow
Embracing dusk, so surely, within frigid shadows
All for you
I wear this crown of horns
All for you
Bear the bouquet of thorns
All for you
With ravens and murder
All for you
The Devil and Thunder
Where tears were bled
Beneath the dead
I can feel you
Beyond the gallery
Where you rest
Infernally
The touch of death is like a midnightmare lover’s caress
When winter’s frost rests, lightly, upon your frigid breasts
Published 8th Mar 2018
| Edited 10th Mar 2018
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(c) 2018 Frank Green
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Anonymous
11th Mar 2018 3:56am
A divine walk through darkness;
loved the Paris/Helen reference
always such an honor to read
the King of Darkness ... my King
yours ~ Devil`lyn
15th Apr 2018 9:29am
Descriptive, dark and dramatic. Your writing captures the emotions and spirit of the reader. Magical quality to your written style. Different. Thanks for sharing
