50 Words For Poe: the Lacrimosa
“Where does Love live
It lives in The Light within
where time never ends it just begins”.
Lady Labyrinth
"50 Words for Poe: The Lacrimosa"
Room 9 was haunted
this much was known
with great fear and trepidation
all patients avoided that room the most
Terror Fell
was not scared of daemons or ghosts
He kept knocking on the wall
He understood the songs of
The Lacrimosa
"Lacrimosa dies illa
Qua resurget ex favilla
Judicandus *****reus.
Huic ergo parce, Deus:
Pie Jesu Domine,
Dona eis requiem. Amen"
In Room 9 She walks through walls
The Lacrimosa transfigures to terraform
The Weeping of ghost tears moistens the hardened soil
Ayrum Lilies, Passion Lily, Silver Dollar Eucalyptus
Bird of Paradise, Cats Whiskers, Frangipani,
Clitoria Blue Pea, Downy Jasmine,
Chocolate Cherries Allamanda
Bella Donna and purple Agapanthus
grow where She walks in eternal thought our
Angel of Annunciation of the Nevermore
She lets the ravens swallow
pieces of Her red ribbon heart
Piece by piece they revisit where
grace of forgiveness lies half buried in a loose shallow grave
Dark beaks rip blue ribbons from Her mind they chew and keep
She passes black wolves and their flocks of sheep through fields
there grows St Christopher’s Lily, Black magic ti, Golden Trumpet Tree
Daemons all bow before Her on their knees
She lets the ravens swallow
pieces of Her blue ribbon mind
Parts of Her grow in their fierce
small pumping hearts, their feral minds
to soar possessed as one with The Weeping Lacrimosa
In their veins and on their wings, there She soars their skies
no requiem, nor purgatory, She lullabies the Luciferians
In their hearts and minds She, dark winged flies caged, still sanctuarium
Asleep they do not realise
She is Keeper of The Light
Freedom flies as bird stories shrilly sung from sharp
and bleeding beaks of what they once were
Kings and Queens of stories gold and evergreen
their feathers once were royal plumes and quills
they wrote Lover's notes dispatched
by Seal Matrix, they of
The Golden Realm
The Lacrimosa
weeps, some say She makes no sound
Room 9, Asylum
Terror Fell was not afraid of ghosts.
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
for gvlm
https://youtu.be/W3RUJ22Ca2k
Fleur de saison/Simon
“Is there room in my heart
For you to follow your heart
And not need more blood
From the tip of your star”
https://youtu.be/WX_dwuF-6oY
Datura/Amos
“Dividing Canaan
Piece by piece “
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2019
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