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Oct 31, 2009
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Beyond the Gates of Perdition
The Bride -
Eyes an explosion of light
veins lightening through skin
blue through pain eviscerated by desire
to be free or know nothing more
Veiled wings that lighten through heaven
face the incarnate signature of all you have loved
hair a diadem a crown of flames
mouth the seal of unspoken knowledge
breasts a sweet bouquet in bloom
dripping with myrrh beneath the triform moon
tufts of shadow down
that obscure the mouth of life
navel to throat adorned in the
latticed jewels of the bride
feet in the soil that caverns the black earth
owl-like utterances that disturb lovers in their sleep
The First and fated wedded kiss
and every moment an echo of this
the wrists encircled by serpents of time
The seed of Israel and Blood her wine
The Bridegroom -
Waste expelled from the core of a dying star
brightest at the last moment of its existence
and knowing that only in death might absolution
be earned, for the brightest of heavens planets
yet might know again that infinite Doxology
of the Kingdom of the Word, amidst winged siblings
beings of sight and light alone, that ancient cry
to Heaven forgotten and the Gates of Hell
by Uriel, the flame, forever enclosed...
Eyes an explosion of light
veins lightening through skin
blue through pain eviscerated by desire
to be free or know nothing more
Veiled wings that lighten through heaven
face the incarnate signature of all you have loved
hair a diadem a crown of flames
mouth the seal of unspoken knowledge
breasts a sweet bouquet in bloom
dripping with myrrh beneath the triform moon
tufts of shadow down
that obscure the mouth of life
navel to throat adorned in the
latticed jewels of the bride
feet in the soil that caverns the black earth
owl-like utterances that disturb lovers in their sleep
The First and fated wedded kiss
and every moment an echo of this
the wrists encircled by serpents of time
The seed of Israel and Blood her wine
The Bridegroom -
Waste expelled from the core of a dying star
brightest at the last moment of its existence
and knowing that only in death might absolution
be earned, for the brightest of heavens planets
yet might know again that infinite Doxology
of the Kingdom of the Word, amidst winged siblings
beings of sight and light alone, that ancient cry
to Heaven forgotten and the Gates of Hell
by Uriel, the flame, forever enclosed...
— Dalton, Oct 31, 2009
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Critiques
Kailashana
16 years 7 months ago
I think we have made a
lyz
16 years 7 months ago
No criticism here
Ravenshakti
16 years 7 months ago
Dear Dalton...
Dalton
16 years 7 months ago
Dear Raven