Anodyne

"Denmother, this forlorn morn I'll be without Her scorn.. Gone from Her deceptive songs, Never again shall I do wrongs!" Seventh summer Moon arose, My life drawing to a close and sleep with daemon kin, A silver halo above my grin. There She stood; an Angel tarred Ringed by silver as the maypole barred, Bewinged like the horizon at autumn's dusk Clad in black, Cruella's orgasmic busk Darkened eclipse clad my soul Noose my neck of pagan coal. Phantom breath where sex and grim- A gothick romance, Lucifer's hymn Another Angel fallen, drowned on the crimson sea, No more depressive gospels, being whispered to me. No more Heaven to welcome, this self inflicted glee. Cheated life's judgement, just to be set free...