I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of May
'Neath whose rays we lay together
And those bright nights on glassy
waves
When we would glide lightly away
From the grain
For wicked flights of pleasure
Those visions fade
Like ghosts to
life's parade
Though incisions once made her so vivid
A scarlet whore
With both heels in the door
Of a heaven severed from me,
insipid
And midst the writhe of parapets
Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Upon the lip
Only a slip from whence I beg
Her
That I would wish
Her kiss a chrysalis
To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments
won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
in drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering
Love
would have conquered all
But for the Rapture
That ancient plan for my defeat
Denied Faith skies that would have set Her
free
It seems again dreams wend to capture
Once dancing in a spotlit waltz
Through shadowed dimension
Given to the rivers
that bedizened Her eyes
The world drifted by in lost momentum
With no divine intervention
Regardless that the
author
Of sin was me and I
Lay chaste of hate in Faith's embrace
As Mortals warred with more besides
They warred with life
itself
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I
thank God for the suffering
And I thank God for the suffering
As still I burn
For Her return
I would make my peace with
everything
I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of May
Consigned to flames like secret letters
And midst the writhe of
parapets
Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Upon the lip
Only a slip from whence I beg her
That I would wish
Her kiss a
chrysalis
To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the
sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering
Love would have conquered all
Were we not
parted
Her splintered loss rekindles rage
The winter frost dwindles across my stage
Lit up once more to score finales
started
Love would have conquered all
Love would have conquered...
Hate
