Old Ripe Plum - with fianaturie8

Blossoming red embracing dark
into the depths of her old ripe plum  
Summoning beast I have spoken
from the blasphemous phallus  
Dark folklore as death sets you free  
drinking from mouth old ripe plum.  
 
The sweetness left long ago
as the soul of this body, I am in
I wait for the command to rise
so, she can finally quench
Her never-ending thirst.
 
A portrait of the dark in forgotten pages
of a broken soul haunting my dreams  
Standing sentry in cumberbun  
seducing my quill of ebony's raven tongue  
In the pew between these echoes  
of the shadow's grate cremation waits  
The effigy's frothing dimensions  
of bells rung blue genre of the lost  
Touched by the spasming pinion  
with me.