Sunday, May 8, 2011

Wind of illusion came darkly down my street..

The Consort Queen once hunted with her King
Their sempiternal scintilla blinding
Conflated together, they sought out divinity
Can you hear the welkin ringing?
Their laughter not lost in his hollow frost
Tears frozen through empty years
Prose bloomed from the withered rose
Sorrows dreamt not of tomorrow
Until amity rusticated like the day yet again
Ignorance played as trickery
Doorways suffered from compliance
Nescience spoken in silence
Quandary from crossfires
Malignity caused by desires
Masquerade gilded lies
Glade crystalline eyes
You had buried me
Into mortality
With a romantic symphony
Beyond my destiny
Espial restraint and devotion
At the lowest ebb, prudish in contemplation
She was fallen onto this earth
Carmine sky couldn't you cry?
She was your child that you denied
Couldn't you try to bring back our sunrise?
Ass in lion's skin
Tell me what you have seen
Of the destruction you created
Riding on the Ionian Minotaur
O mighty mind
How does thou curb thine own sacred rage?
Infernal guile in the past
A mutual concession would not last
Every time I heard his susurrous cry
I wanted to wilt and die
Farce of contribution
She fell from the diaphanous wings of prayer
She is still here, but not all together
Angel of dawn, beleaguered child of the trees
Cynosural Panacea
She was merely a sacrifice
Our affections to you were merely a lie
Love’s gentle dryad from the haunts of life
Let me sing you a lullaby...