Take away the wine
For restlessness plagues me....
I am assailed by a spectre profounder
Than hatred and grief or the sum
of their hideous crime
I shalt suffer this confessional mime
Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas
Only once it is
dark doth my misery cease
She died to a sky dressed in flame
Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice
Who fell to their
god o'er her vision and voice
"I am as dusk come to ravish the light"
Steal me from their stares and mute christ into
"I will answer thy prayers"
If thou Wouldst drink of my life....
Encroaching evening skies
Die with such
And those interred in cold graves
Dwell on pleasures to be
In deep hysteria
Where our legend still breathes
sweet death and thereafter
Sweeping nightmares.... shalt feed