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Crimson and Cobalt

strobe into the secret night
the scene of our sacred crime
not just any old crime

I confess to you but 
I cry most insidious in design 
a crime worthy of the divine 

what can such a crime be 
that even a God can shame thee? 
‘tis but a crime of most elegant jest!

for my soul has been down 
to the lower levels of Dantes infernos, 
it kinda likes it there

the ice is but a thrill
the old demon sleeps
as I watch faces scream and talk and wink 

in the frozen lake Cocytus 
but I shall not make a fuss
but do I carry on

none, not I, shall I fear
for I know not what I am doing 
how could I, 
how could I, the courts will not hear

or understand 
do such shameful things my eye sees 
all but naught 
and still, I sit here or stand, nevermind

in my demise, thinking 
things that no mortal should 
consider or aspire to see 

here before me the scene of the crime 
awash in cobalt in Crimson 
all painted in colors of justice and purity

but I see not 
but I do hear 
the calls from the holly cost

I have laid waste to Valhalla 
holy halls but what crime, what causes
how can I devise, conspire 
contrive and execute 

with supreme device 
so insidious that even my soul will be 
loathed even in a divine comedy

a bitter hell
if only you could know my inner planes 
and the pain, the sadness brings

the massacre of my children’s dreams. 
what am I but just a lonely servant 
to that which is ruled by my heart

I love thy light bringer, Lucifer
I linger here with the heavy blade 
glistening something wet slides

from its chrome shaft 
along its razor edge 
down splashing in pools of Crimson black & cobalt fears.

The car has come to a stop which the engine grinds 
no more, all awash in Crimson and cobalt, 
I stumble away from this crime scene 

I lay waste to my inner mind's eye…
I welcome this blessed night…
I'm headed to the holocaust, like to come along?

I guess not?!

such the pitty...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2022




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