Remembrance of a Dream

Fleeting winds whisper to sing of tragedy,
Weaving  the birth of pleasure spitefully,
Sorrow tunes to undergo mellifluously,
Forsaking the Hyperion of light to stygian parody.

Frowning beyond twilight's coming of days,
Damnation to darkness asunder the heart,
Taunting the symphonies of overkill to part,
Laden with guilt and contempt unable to feel the Sun's rays ...

Daring to tempt  fate upon the razor,
Further extending dreams from fairytales,
To resounding nightmares that never fails,
Waiting to make love to the bestial hellion, her savior.

Darkness incarnating through the illumination of my love,
Spawning the blightful carriage bringing sinners to thrall,
Committing themselves to inner padded walls where they fall,
To misanthropy so saintly set to praise the hues above.

Bewinged was my angel whose eyes bled sweeter,
Than a spring rain infested, resounding nature,
Where I masturbated upon the maelstrom of torture,
That haunted, plaguing, entwining my soul, as a jester.

Through lustrous streams of old and fragile melody,
Reflecting the bloom of ashen screams from whence
I left, still I wished her back but bereft, I lay tense,
Upon the grapevine of a new day, a new love ... my true remedy.

Triumphant, I woke from slumber with no regrets,
Splintering the fabric of false prophecies discovering,
My true destiny, as I left my heart recovering,
Upon my true, eternal angel no longer held in secrets.