“fantôme du noir chevalier”
whither doth thee cometh from?
Strange voice that I see
Coldness of ire burns
the skin beneath sheets
paper white guise
black ink heart bleeding within -
stranger the walls do speak here
in the mirror swimming See
the lost reflections of souls
the misguided forlorn
disenchanted do scry
their petulant perplexity
ghosts for the haunting
picked like ripe plumbs
legions illuminating dead dreams
the devil beating his drums
in her spectral bed
the incubus arrives
the succubus hums
once were bold quills tracing
curves cursive passionately clear
near human once attempting sincere
to unlock love with blind faith ne’er fear
I hear your tome calling
fantôme du noir chevalier
erudite Faust waives
ignores lore written before him
I hear your tome calling
fantôme du noir chevalier
Salome is her name
a new dance appears
She will take you
before morning
a promise forewarning
I give this to thee
fantôme du noir chevalier
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Here in My Room”/ Incubus
https://youtu.be/0IlPlKBXRHE
Sonnet LXXXVI
LXXXVI
The summer simmers almost anything
My love for thee do glimmer in the heat
That leaves me feeling like a mighty king
Yet fancy thee I find it bittersweet
My love in summer loathes to go outdoor
The dry and dusty drought dries up a flower
Thou knowest well that I do love thee more
For thou art rare as early summer shower
My lady likes to stay within the shade
Her salmon hues made fair, and brownish hair
And endless youth preserved with coming age
Deprived of much synthetic beauty care
Thou art most certainly without such aid
A most lovely creature God ever made
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