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...