How she longed in myriad dreams of amaranthine
Thy ghostly-visage jewel'd deep into my soul
And I became entombed in her velvet-nightfall ...
O’ the Gods hath yield to our insatiable darkness
Black-feathered priests covet the stars above
And far below the pale glow of Moon,
We are beautiful decay in forests of crimson
Our lips undress in the aching firmament; —
Wherest our love must perish in mystery ..
I bathe thee ravenous in whispers of sanguine
Runes spill from the wounds of trees,
As her tongue weaves thru my undead soul
The syrup of Night unmoored, enchants flesh,
Whereof fabled spirits unveil a dark-ballet
(Immortals lost in the perfume of bloodlust)
Yet Insanity ravaged the memoirs of the sky ..
And my lust;—A dagger in the breast of dawn
For I am the ash of a bewailing fairy-tale,
The splendour of necromancy rising
Long did I watch her raven-hair billow softly;
How the winds tease of beauteous death!
Unto worlds end;—we are poised,
Like silhouettes bleeding in solemn rapture
My dearest Witch betrothed, I implore:
“Seek you me in this silvery mist of murder”
Among falling stars burning in a Lover’s pyre
And deep into her abyss I gaze in wanton silence ..
Forever thou art the requiem I drink
Such is Light, betrayed by the blood of the Moon
— Arthur Crow © 2015