luni, 21 aprilie 2014

Crude green reveals itself



Crude green reveals itself out of winter’s coffin,
When darkness shines on a filoplume’s tip.
It embalms you nymph of forgotten words deep within,
When darkness shines on a filoplume’s tip.

Obliterating wings of tainted ravens as it wakes from slumber;
Melting away the white robes and outcasting all rational thought
Crude green reveals itself out of winter’s coffin
And asks for a rapturous onslaught: the moon’s smile.

Trees burst in a rainbow of unsanctioned colours
Rehabilitating the insanity of myriad of passing emotions;
Every bastard sinner plunges into this lustful Tartarus.
No pardoned soul shall be let freely in this developing pastel for
Crude green reveals itself out of winter’s coffin,
When darkness shines on a filoplume’s tip.