Dark sedition embrace the thread of
Twisted barbs fallen from grace
Emulous gale of yore roar for black tumulus
Of pest.

...and behold a velvet a night glean the crop
Of a beatiful darkness...and how the
Orchreous thorn of sorrow deify my breath at a rusty threshold of

Drowning in the nectar of the flame
bound by the black goddess to a obscure
hymen
I leave my wishes...those haggard
tales...
wich a shelter me from the gesture of
the darkness
wich I have forgotten
...but any beauty distress withering
the empty
p

Drunken of perfume of a obscure dirge
I hold the dreams within my tears
...and fall asleep... in a sulky dusk,
forgotten in the vein of obscurity.

Now tearful I shut my eyes...weeping for thee
as widow's weed tears.

Under acrid clouds of desirable darkness lost

Swollen thorns clawing the melancholy night from tired storms
Dark shadows embrace the whisper for the ashes
in the arts of desire lost in the silence of her
mourning

How many lustrum can contemplate the path of
sorrow
the cold wind crawl the thick mist of crisp y