Encased in Daedric light,
Let unhallowed vitae spill,
Acerbic embraces hold,
The end comes by cruel will.
Hastened in restless corridors
of endless twists the story turns.
Let him rue for all in all again,
For surely it is his soul, which burns.
Wrought in iron- and Caste in silver
Gilded in rubies- and Laced in sapphires.
Throne of the forgotten, chalice of the cursed
beneathe such mountains are buried the first -
Alike to Gods as mortal men who do weep
at sight of glory's first birth and where doth sleep.
Crucible's heat upon fine flesh
Alabaster teeth upon thine neck
Master's whisper upon the air,
Beckoning songs of intrepid dance.
Let rhapsody encompass all known
Greatest virtue herein be shown.
Mourned are the lost, but pray no longer,
Surely now, the wicked are far stronger.
In a heart's words can all be heard.
In a dark world may all be undone,
Kindred spirits alighted 'pon airs,
Tousled, led, finally made bare.
See now, allotted fine mesh,
As pain does upon bodies wrack-
Therein can the mind be made aware,
Damnation little more than unlucky circumstance.
Author notes
I seriously doubt many/any will truly understand this poem, as most of the metaphors are quite happily confusing. ^.^ I think, perhaps, the name may be the only real clue that can lead you to my meaning, but then that works splendidly for me. I like to endorse a little thought if I may, and hopefully I have.
