To Life – Within Death was written in February 2018 and has remained unpublished here until now.
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I followed the trail of entrails
To my left
It led me directly to you
My love
I clung to the shadows
Appreciative guest
For the chime of the knell
It rung true
My love
Evidently
Not a mute acolyte
You are the darkness that
Tempers my light
Destroyer of day and
Employer of night
Truth in your left hand and
Dare in your right
Drifting through mist with the
Blackest of eyes
You lifted my chin
Pressed your
Lips against mine
Imparted a kiss which requested
I die
Buried me smiling
Then breathed me to life
Up until then
Had survived in the light
Deprived of the darkness
My pilfered birthright
Had no idea I could
Live for the kill
You made it clear
I’d get stiff on the thrill
Clung to your shadow
Appreciative guest
For tears that I bled were
Your hue my love
We followed the trail of
Entrails to our Left
And it led us to
Rivers of Grue my love
A Citadel stood in the heart of
Sheer darkness
You mounted your steed
Duly grasped on the harness
Rode this fine beast
To the throne room post-haste
Perched yourself down in your
One rightful place
I’d die and then die and then
Die once again
To reign by your side
With crown atop mane
God only knows
How many you’ve slain
Saints sodomized as they
Earned this disgrace
Not one to let gushing geyser
Go to waste
Arterial spray you then
Piss in their faces
That is downright
Disgraceful behavior
Which in certain terms makes you
My savior
This summer’s fashion bears
Last winter’s flavor
Thus, opted to
Birth in the spring
Dashing through lilies with
Blackest of eyes
You made me a lion
Instilled me with
Pride
Braided your shade to each
Flickering light
Then breathed me
To life
Within death
I know that pure evil
Exists within you
I know that pure evil
Exists in me too
I know my design
How this lion shall die
And when the time comes
I shall know what to do
Death is no match for
The love of the cursed
I would drink your
Grey smoke
Just to quench my own
Thirst
Sever my arteries
To furnish your artistry
You hold domain of
The blackest soul’s heart of me
A Devil?
Would say so undoubtedly
If only they knew
What we do
We fashion the trail of
Entrails to our left
Bloodstained lilies
In bloom my love
I breathe in the shadows
Taste only your breath
For the chime of the knell
It rings true my love
Richard Charles Stevens
Keeper of The Crimson Quill
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