Walls of Cronos collapse
underneath waves of chaos;
Wardens of order decay and
are entombed in coffins of crying stars;
Wise Maiden of Lust rots
angels and gods alike;
Wretched emotions, daughters
of Order and Light, commit suicide
Walking along twilight’s
excoriated periphery;
Wrath of a rusted filoplume
quill resurrects naïf fiends of minstrel ka;
Words embellished ablaze
torrefy the naked skin when whispered;
Womb of endless night opens
in concert of arrhythmic throes,
Wicked gasps defile zephyr’s
satin touch,
Waging putrescent uncharted
hearts against limping bones of desire…
Walhalla’s cannons aim at
your waist’s fortress!
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