Once upon a midsummer nightmare,
Beneath the crimson tinted moon ,
Dwell the godlike lunar emperor who
Made the breath of the hellish fire be as
Enchanting and astonishingly cool.
The midnight tempest comes with his order
Spreads an uneven tide, creeping through
As orchids bloom beneath petrifies like glass
It shines an onyx-y vestal glimmer
In crepuscular quiescence of his rule.
I am but enthralled in his malevolent purpose,
Spellbound by vacant amorous murmur.
Thus my center endured no more, crumbled
My substance inadvertently abandoned
Ultimately beneath his incoherent tenure.
By what means shall I decapitate these
Asphyxiating crystalline lavaliere
Carved indelible in my quintessence?
Shall it wrench me unsparingly to insignificance
Or tarry perpetually to his sovereign allure...
For how long shall i be candidly anchored
in his infernal gravitational pull?
écrire ~ Tuesday, September 29, 2009 12:02am
