The grave of teraphim drinks
Silver water from well of snakes
Black roses smirch the incense
Spellbound with long forgotten dreams
Saturnalia greets the outcast
Dagon returns to the haunted west
From the banks of Acheron
Spiraling circles of ancient reflections
Flee to my eyes with the sweet black magic
Morphing me with sweet cold poison
With the emptiness blasphemy and loneliness
Who’s there cadent inside of me?
Who is making me smile?
Dethroned from the mirror kingdom
Don’t know from where came those strange lines
Lines I draw in the sand
Hurricane sleeps in me
A beautiful existence of insects
Tumbled, mixed, bereaving…
We betrayed our beloved
Yielding the visions of distance
(Harvest of spirits)
Dizzy of nectars and ethers
A paradise of killing masquerades
Crashing down to our last weary second
Cursed with our evanescence…
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