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CABINET OF CURIOSITIES
Her gothic estate has grown colder with the footsteps of the dead
Spider silk drapes the hallways that echo with the torments of Hell
Where the union with Lucifer becomes malice choked in her webs
The damned gather to bear witness to the crucified in the well
of souls of the condemned
Eaters consume the fleshy parts congealed within dying bowels
That has fermented for eons smoldering under burning stars
Her temptation orders her to taste the marrow under their spell
I cannot help myself but to bask in the horror of her scars
A grave for a heart
And a murder of crows
She thrives in the deepest dark
And seduces the shadows
Betwixt love and the devil's mark
She's the ghast from below
You can't kill what's already doomed
No matter what's beneath the moon
No blessing to remove this curse
The rhythmic sounds of slaughter in verse
Go ahead and cast your spells and runes
Nothing can tarnish her silver tomb
Painted with sacrificial blood
Defying the eyes of God
The deicide of deities
Conjure images of rarities
Cabinet of curiosities
There's no sense of morality
In throes of immortality
Her cabinet of skulls and bones
Curiosities
ENGRAVED
IN THUNDER
FIND THE KEYS
TO HEAVEN
IN THE BONES
OF GOD
A grave for a heart
And a murder of crows
She thrives in the deepest dark
And seduces the shadows
Betwixt love and the devil's mark
She's the ghast from below
You can't kill what's already doomed
No matter what's beneath the moon
No blessing to remove this curse
The rhythmic sounds of slaughter in verse
Go ahead and cast your spells and runes
Nothing can tarnish her silver tomb
Painted with sacrificial blood
Defying the eyes of God
Spider silk drapes the hallways that echo with the torments of Hell
Where the union with Lucifer becomes malice choked in her webs
The damned gather to bear witness to the crucified in the well
of souls of the condemned
Eaters consume the fleshy parts congealed within dying bowels
That has fermented for eons smoldering under burning stars
Her temptation orders her to taste the marrow under their spell
I cannot help myself but to bask in the horror of her scars
A grave for a heart
And a murder of crows
She thrives in the deepest dark
And seduces the shadows
Betwixt love and the devil's mark
She's the ghast from below
You can't kill what's already doomed
No matter what's beneath the moon
No blessing to remove this curse
The rhythmic sounds of slaughter in verse
Go ahead and cast your spells and runes
Nothing can tarnish her silver tomb
Painted with sacrificial blood
Defying the eyes of God
The deicide of deities
Conjure images of rarities
Cabinet of curiosities
There's no sense of morality
In throes of immortality
Her cabinet of skulls and bones
Curiosities
ENGRAVED
IN THUNDER
FIND THE KEYS
TO HEAVEN
IN THE BONES
OF GOD
A grave for a heart
And a murder of crows
She thrives in the deepest dark
And seduces the shadows
Betwixt love and the devil's mark
She's the ghast from below
You can't kill what's already doomed
No matter what's beneath the moon
No blessing to remove this curse
The rhythmic sounds of slaughter in verse
Go ahead and cast your spells and runes
Nothing can tarnish her silver tomb
Painted with sacrificial blood
Defying the eyes of God
Published 16th Aug 2020
Author's Note
© 2020 Frank Green
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