Symmetry of Gothymmetry1

to my ides of inquiry
where presactly were we?
 
she answered with speak:
“on Cemetary Ridge
at the far far end
standing upon its hill
armies are marching
and will be here very soon
at the crossroads
a great battle
Armageddon  
of the Grey and the Blue”
 
many twisted  
and weathered crosses
scattered all the way
down these old lines of ley
but the superior sight
of the Gettysburg witch
could not be unseen
in fates’ fading moonlight
 
we spent those June evenings
serenading  
the unmarking of graves
trailblazing illfortune
incusing nefarious ways
and everytime I tried  
to sink my teeth
into her come’n get me neck
her kinetic qabbalistic
would teasingly keep me at bay
 
consulting in her hut
under haze of candles' light
I couldn’t help  
but work on extracting
her tenderloin slut
feeling up fuselage
that made her writhe  
and level up with excite
 
afterward proceedings
she briefed on Linconian ideals
politically I agreed
but militarily explained
Agriculture
was about to unseed
Industrialisation
underdog
undercurrent cusping  
waves high on invasion
 
then she coated me with grey  
and kissed
mandated to find a division
to lead into hell
for the powers above and below
will do all her bidding
then returned to
sprawled woods nearby  
dark underworld castle
that there was well hidden
‘neath battlements  
of Devils’ Den they called
a place to mortals  
that well was forbidden