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"Mona, oh Mona, when will you ever understand
our mankind is not for your taking, as you smiled;
I had taken your hand." I had clearly witnessed it all;
Once I've seen sin in your eyes, humanity was to fall.
Sin had first came upon us, in a juicy form;
The taste between Adam's lips melted sensually
and at that moment this earth became of blood.
Your eyes reflected centuries of black snakes
then I knew your beauty was not of our kind;
Gorgoneion it states. "I have frozen many men,
beaming them towards the paradoxes of my zen.
If only they knew what lies behind my eyes;
My inspiration of wrath, set here to cruelly dine
In your world full of hope with a Medusa faced prize."
Speaking with her sets my body into petrification;
yet my mind is free to wonder possibilities of life,
a dawning sensation. "I'm stuck between sides of judgment,
Lights impact and dazzle me as your face glooms this moment.
Mona.. You will not wash away what is rightfully ours!
You can never rule me into your gaze of no break,
My internal clock ceases to synchronize with your hours."
Her hair plays with the Eastern-May swirls that twist
Her eyes dilate as I had gone closer;
sharing the kiss.. For I share Romeo and Juliet's tragic.
Before your poison taste could overtake, I glanced, at your havoc"
This witch knows no bounds"swallowed whole by surrounding corpses,
death has become a ravished sea upon the grounds of land.
Then I knew.. As to why you were one of his canvasses.
Copyright © Aleksa Engyll | Year Posted 2015
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Bacchus, I've heard you calling unto me;
the wind carries your song, throughout the day.
"Vines of sin.. Desire to intoxicate,
straying you further from our golden gate.."
The coy words spoken to me, ring within..
Beautiful music is created from
a soft violin. "Where thou lies?" I asked.
No voice could reply as I continued,
I found a creature, which was death-masked;
"You foolish young man there is not a thing for you here.
You seek light from this benighted land of false prophets.
If only you knew what lies behind my very eyes.."
It's frightening presence faced me, as their words reprised.
Their mask swallowed into their skin as death came among;
The violin's composition ruptured, and out grew..
A heinous tongue. "May my words forever bleed inside;
though they resist light, they deliver forth heartless truth.
Take heed to my voice with phantom-echoes that subsides.."
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A love sacred to the sinister garden
blossomed fruits set with arcane knowledge.
You are the original that danced,
among the ebony. The one with a heart … that
only knew, nonconforming. Forbidden amour!
Oh love, the one who never submitted.
Revolution missionaire, would you? …
Give in? Such an upset for Adam.
"We are created from dust and element."
Forceful will, that was your testament.
Peering as you bathed near the swallowing waters;
naked flesh beneath the wet volumes of your hair.
Your eyes had shot seduction bullets to my heart.
Deceitful emotions to entice. Please have mercy!
Beauteous-Medusa, you belong to Morning Star.
For you, Lilith, shall repose with men.
If thou bares you an offspring in
the night … would you cannibalize in your
wicked spite? Revenge of the one damned.
You are the essence of vanity and bane.
Midnight-Cleopatra, with a lust for sin.
Your womanly anatomy, divinely noire.
Apart of many characters black-listed;
abominations are chaotic confounds,
With a hint of pandemonium on the spread.
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Augury tones spoke of omnipresence,
placed their own conception for world became.
Begotten mad. Begotten mania.
She watched the mad, the mania for years.
Empty devotion behind their death-masks.
"Betwixt the moon the yonside
our prayers wist light."
"Betwixt the moon the yonside
our prayers wist light."
One day this desert will bury them all.
Oh, but this Tower? All but this Tower.
Prayers.. Full on mirages. Full false hopes.
Watching over. Flesh pushed-through on top the tower.
She there, immaculate conception.
Buried the chanting the chanters in hold.
Incandescence beshoned raw exposure;
their masks rendered into flames, skin, blood and bones.
All for the sake of famine and remorse.
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fréolic chocolate-branches form upon
meadows beyond the tessellated glass
of my home. Whither upon meadows who's
horizon meets with the fading sunset;
translating to nights of bright creations
who fall out of gravity in flames to
enkindle Nostradamus prophecies.
Osier you hold the key to the roots.
Without you, who is the fruit tree to
appreciate for the reaped blossoms;
Oh, Grana Double Tree.
Thy poise divides on the
Myrtle balance of my
lands. Dynamic as the
Mediterranean.
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Time and enough world. But we had
memories came, which lace at ends;
weaves that space 'tween callused derma.
Evokes at it's windowsill dust
particles. Life, I cry out.
Our story would take another;
falling into love was enough.
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Somewhere between your hollow sight,
I danced in the sparks. And only
in your peripheral sight, will
I become an apparition
of our solemn song and it's rite.
By now my feet are too scathed.
I fall to my knees, going
and enduring. My singing,
has now dissolved to humming.
Before you sensed we would part,
I created and placed swords
in my heart. From omens I
birthed out of my very soul.
I sealed our own fate, by mistake.
Within the genesis of my
psyche, slumbers an essence of
creation. Who lingers at heart.
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