Spectral nightskies tear open ascorned
Enthralled by everlasting rues
For the moonlight shines upon the living
Souls in carpathic fog to the dusk
Rising moon rites, romancing the stone
Awaken by the dawn and the dead
To be taken off by the grave
Goth cemetaries an pagan hearts
Obligated to censor the blood from crimson rites
Phallus to the depths
Lamenting for none the better
Lying in bloody roses where they are loamed
Taken in by the darkness
Enshadowed into slaves and into the serpent's egg
For the seraphim is no more
Mantra, ghosts romance the nightsky aborn
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Written September 12th, 2005
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nice poem, says a lot in a few words,great!
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