From a young age I'd heard, That death walks amongst us, Yet is never seen As the eyes of those who pass, Must always be closed. As I grew older, I learned; Beauty is in the eye of beholder, For with our waking lives We must witness life, In order to find it.… Continue reading Mortalis
Between day and night, Where life and death approach, Is a realm within the twilight, That suspends all but the perfect, Amidst a purple light, Which is both warm and cold, Knowing equal pain, and delight, For what can begin; Must also end.
At the end, all is bound, In golden light For to love death; Is to admire life, As both are the same Which through perfection, Must be, United.
The rain returns, To serenade me, As I sit amidst a drought, Of life, Whose roots dig desperately, To the past, Wherein the scent of perfect days Is returned from desiccation, By simple droplets, Each a looking glass, Into avenues I long to walk again.
Of smoke, Which curdles in the light And mirrors, Who shatter should I look away, Nothing of the Earth, Can whip me to a deeper frenzy, As your eyes of black, Which ignite with wordless desire, My heart that cannot fail, To crave to love, Your form; Metaphysical - a manifested dream, That cradles me… Continue reading Succubi Bride