vineri, 5 februarie 2016

Mirrors of darkness



From the nightmarish canvas are lacerated
Two black mirrors framed in putrid fleshes.
Winter weeps for its own extinction
And its morbid reflection of reckoning
Is shackled in two black mirrors framed in putrid fleshes…

In the barren necropolis, in a viscous flow,
The darkness ruinously descends
And the tenebrous muse unleashes her feline tongue
Delivering the void of the obscure runes, with her opiating fragrance…
Primeval reflection!

I foretell the muse’s devouring concealed beyond the opaque eternity…

Forsaken is time, a last gasp with sickened gaze,
Furies, hidden in the fog, lacerate the nightmarish canvas.
And the muse’s shadows frozen the pitch black Styx
Into a morbid reflection of reckoning
Upon the cadaveric winter –
Haunting reflection!

I foretell the muse’s devouring concealed beyond the opaque eternity…

Abyssal deep I enter the wretched reflection of reckoning
And upon the heathen altar – the midnight marble carved in sinful taints –
I relinquish my sepulchral soul,
Festering breathless,
Laying upon her the thorny mystic roses, somber and eerie ceremony,
Impish reflection! The muse and me!

Twilight… Night! The apocalyptic moonlight sonata from a blackish piano!
The weeping wraiths are slain by sinister ravens.
Enthroned in the barren necropolis
The Gipsy darkness,
The depraved corpses
Are shackled in two black mirrors framed in putrid fleshes…