Shade of Melancholia

spectacle sombre
to remember
or, incredible
to believe
as not visible,
yet it lives
running like
a hungry worm
crawls and strikes,
shapes a form
that hypnotizes
to stay
within the grave
dreams of pain.
enslavement
of hopes
severely chops
the fragrant
hunger of freedom
was born
in the fragile
glass of eyes.
luring arts
of death
smile,
sterile
becomes
Eros,
a dry river
in dreamy eyes
slowly benumbs
tear drops
what forever
as it chose;
thought-claws
harrow
on bones
and obvertone
in the marrows
a vision-barrows.
a deserted
garden
of broken
hearted
only weaves
a chain
of comatose
blooms pain
of dark rose!___ Azrael pavel