The Falling
Upon malodorous rapture of orphaned darkness,
eternal melancholy becomes twisted and hollow
In the severed reflections of sanguine shadows,
we will drown in ruby tears of pain and sorrow
Whispers of odium seep gently into my dreams...
The Raven lingers in solemn clouds dark as coal
My blood surges like a chorus of bitter requiem
And my lips the anathema of your dying soul
Dark lust hums like a cold tide of weeping voices
Perfumed in ash & bone, hallucinations imbue
Blood soaked robes hang from my slender bride,
shimmering like scarlet threads under ebon skies
After sable petals fall upon my beloved's grave,
there will dwell but ravaged winds of lonely cries
O' Witch of mine, dark'n dreary, forsake me not
In a sombre kiss, veiled in falls of ambient pitch,
we drift into the renaissance of the Falling...
ever dreaming and bathing in the poetry of death
In the web of mortality demons haunt & undress,
Deep in the gloaming, I beseech thy last breath
My thirst seethes in rivers of serpentine venom
In the Witching hour, silhouettes thrust & ache
passion hastes in a sepulcher of livid fire
And incantations of woe covet love evermore
Let us discard our flesh to the chalice of destiny,
so together we may perish into forgotten lore
Within carrion mists our memories fall into stone,
in the winds of purgatory, my bride begins to wail
Under a full moon I cast my blood into open seas,
where the vessel of our darkness shall forever sail
Arthur Crow © 2012
Thank you for sharing.
xD Anyway I'm no literature analyst, so I'm just going with the emotion.