Dark, She is the mind of yours.
Icy chill of thought becomes
A steely shimmer.
Behold a glimmer in the black –
A flash of grey, that even glows
In show against the hallowed dark of you.
And that is why you scream in jarring tones
‘I have no heart for joy!
My white and brittle bones have died’
You cried in dark and fractured moans.
So now the Queen of Black you writhe,
Whence from dark of shade
That honed an evil form afar
In curse of me you bade
‘I, the wave shall rape the shore!
Violence will there be in glares I’ll throw
At all who prey, and more:
A dark and fetid sea I’ll bleed.
And now, the bitter tinge
And bleak of waste
That eyed the death of once your soul
Will be here forever!
Indeed you tell:
‘The cramping pain is here!
Eternal spasm, infinite chasm,
The Devil’s chaplain plays!
We’ll climax in a tortured glee
As all my love decays.’