Lips Curl At Your Fiddles
(Piece is intended to be the most complex vocabulary gothic ever)
Grandiloquence,
mellifluous pulchritudinous,
gaiety of quintessential moistening serendipity,
bile deluge if you show the sanguinary breath,
crimson waterfall sizzling on lava rock hellscape.
Yclept necrophelia maestra,
macabre tableau,
dips douse abyssal incarnate,
now choreographs and composes cannibalistic magnum opus,
symphonies of squealing cacophony,
phantasmagoric vile orchestra pulsate slay,
hue garnet lachrymose veins heterogeneous idiosyncrasies.
Erebus unleashed a pandemonium paced malediction edifice,
left ineffable fete bare a hymn,
scrawling mausoleums etching on the brink,
fingers plucking organ’s keys,
a song abattoir of vitae and malicious misery,
over miasma tang with iron and vitiate of husks gangrenous.
Sylphlike siren permeates the silence,
her serenade a mellifluous dirge to memento mori,
beckoning a wormhole that ruptures the fabric of time and space,
spewing forth mercury tendrils,
from this chaotic maelstrom emerges a chthonic princess,
Stygian witchess whose invictus rictus mortis is etched with rancor,
her indomitable will and deathly power she wields sweeping her presence across the planet like a pervasive plague,
zombified contagion that spreads a baleful mist in an aura of annihilation,
a harbinger bubonic specter moribund.
Devil dare weave a coquettish spindle,
ennui on that grotesque gregarious golden fiddle,
juxtapose my edict’s requiem threnody,
to castrate hellish visage right off countenance,
with a riff lace heavy metal bass to shake onyx and obsidian,
as this thrice headed titan shrieks, “Get out my seat!”
Arcane goddess arch magus bleed unto blood splatter caster,
rune punches illuminate Druid magistrate,
knight of darkness bade bodies burst at the seems,
encircling ravenous flock of murder blur emitting embers bouquets,
numerous petals of flowers fetter down light as a feather,
to dissipate before the throne,
gravitas crown sitting alone,
a sobbing queen of black rose,
grave motif.
Dramatic pause and scene,
bleak finale ends crescendo,
projector whirring sparks fire,
igniting the reel invites a pyre,
inferno of flames burn the cadavers of the dead,
in this abyssal charcoal hell hole marble’s thanatopsis,
severance of memories only to be seen through quicksilver,
in her heartache’s lover’s eyes,
glazing demise.
Copyright ©
Beatrix Macabre
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