vineri, 23 octombrie 2015

A reverie by other means



The windmills of ration are stiffened still
Surrendered at the feet of Her Grace The Muse
Shades of twisted smiles scorch deep into abyssal hearts
Drowning runes, glyphs and words in shackles of alluring thrill
The soul is desperate for tainted oblivion and redemption
Born at the absolute power of her liquefied kiss
End the angel, shrouded in her rapturous arms,
Under the ultimate eclipse of her blazing eyes’ heels
The decayed body resurrects in pagan baptism
The precipice of thoughts is forgotten and forbidden
Another is the street to be vagrantly walked upon
Immortalized in the hectic chimeras of communication
The Muse’s foretold pearl is encrypted by the quill