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Mondkopf “Song of Shadows”
He and She would one day
Burn in hell for this
With molten lava tears
One farewell lovers kiss
Their blistered skin
Conjoined
In rapturous bliss
Yonside the moons eclipse
Locked in everlasting
Lovers tryst
They met within the vast abyss
Passed amidst evangelists
Enshrouded in forbidding mists
Choked by worldly sorrow
Shortened days not lending morrow
Not inclined to beg nor borrow
The left hand path most scarce dare follow
Then led them to a darkened hollow
At lowest ebb the sun did wallow
Drowsing as this void it yawned
Furtherance strictly forsworn
Deserting of these eyes of scorn
They ventured forth bereft of warn
While mourning angels prayed for morn
Fearless front guard did they flaunt
Whilst echoes whisper’d
Tempting taunt
“Come inside!”
Within the cortex of this cleft
They bid their due and just address
Requesting needful refuge from
Distress
Panicked minds unable to
Suppress
They evanesced
That said
With very blackest hearts now in some way
Better dressed
He and She shall one day
Burn in hell for this
With molten lava tears
One farewell lovers kiss
Their blistered skin
Conjoined
In rapturous bliss
Yonside the moons eclipse
Locked in everlasting
Lovers tryst
Theirs were the roots of
An unknown evil
Nourishing the
Blackest eyes
Purblind not by
Throes of upheaval
Yearning duly satisfied
Pacified by memory unglorified
Remembrance of a time when
Lovers simply had to die
Nowise were they disqualified
From afterlife
Betwixt them not a snapped bough
Unstitched of that which mortals
Gagged and tied
Swift painless death wouldst be their pride
This night
Howbeit, their final breath was then denied
For this was neither time
Nor place
For disgraced saints
Only sinners
This hellfire
In utero
entomb’d within them
Clothed with joy
Whilst rind was flayed
Dying day
Their serenade
Leading this
Bizarre charade
For tis
The Devil’s Masquerade
He and She burn in
Eternal hell for this
Whilst molten lava teardrops
Seal their one enduring kiss
Their finite skin
Conjoined
Their rapturous bliss
Provides the moon eclipse
Locked in everlasting
Lovers tryst
Richard Charles Stevens
Keeper of The Crimson Quill
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