Bloody Shores of Fear and Ice

Bloody shores of fear and ice, seldom seen To be the stringent strangler borne of leaden blight The barred bastard, whore of the night Seen so the lowly leers led to fear the fall of life Stitch of mind, sown to soiled sickly ails Hie thee, and hail, to the tale of mind, in Bloodily bodied names, satin faced for the dame Paled in pallor, for the witch’s wicked hour Within Buoyant bliss, sweetness slashed by sharpened kiss Miss of missives, begotten the barbed sir, “for who shall see, for who shall impede” “th’seed’d blight o’birth shall receive, to be…” The bane burdened to birth, borne blade bade, Shameless flesh on whitened plane, loss of gain, Pain of vanity, forlorn on sanity, to be, Morose and emancipated, of eldered youth, to see, Flesh of forborne fantasy, lay'n upon foreskin of fantasised fallacy Blackened and drowned the breast in mulled mirage Befallen the besotted and kissed the tendered brow Love to leave, the missus to be missed, to the Bow of mutilated man, and to feel The warmth of human disease. (is to see what is meant to be seen) To be loved within livid leers To be kissed within saddened tears To fight the fall of the detestable To fight the hind of the unmissable To let fate take upon the shores of snow, Is to know the end of fear, and the enticement of ice and foe. 2//4//2025