Benighted
Aw sweet Angel, it's you that I seek
all alone jotting up winds so bleak,
for so many hearts I have perversed.
You; another to wield my meanly little curse.
I am the Queen of manifest clay,
Craft my horns despite the pill's delay,
Sleep child, the veil's open on a pagan's feast
such beauty on your heart fully creased.
We'll fly with crows and ravens! Then Daemons
without reasons; a joyless flight throughout the seasons.
A journey, a dream thought to be Babel
another crimson palm succumbs to this fable...
Acheron, Marionette of Seethe
Why have this Daemon gnaw in me?
"Help... is... agony..."
Her crippled hand
tightens this noose
songs whispered from serpent truths
another mind went bland...
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