Apothean's, Midnight Winters Recital

Beneath this sordid stanza's, storm swept night such, eroglyphics ? Frost upon his warping, window panes; oozing opaques, of blood red crimson's Bleeding from these burnt sashes crying ashes; screaming amid the rain, Do you really Know pain while shadows be her world and they all, but turn away ? Rotting Flesh for the pellucid pelicans; thus decayed, as countless loved ones they wept Deep inside she weeps ? Chasing off their waiting vultures, these; petrified spirits.... Sown beyound time's wailing trees; ethnologies exogenous, transluciating tumorous roaring Latex lions cataclysmic lightning fables now colliding; the craving sea ? Apothean's, midnight winters recital.