Distant vistas,
Swathed in the haze,
Of the reddening sunset,
Fell to whispers,
'Neath stares that marred desending skies,
From the cusp of midnight mountians,
Wending as a mist,
Rebels truced with Feriluce,
(In truth, few could resist)
Came praising his hellraising through,
The sparse and marble clime,
Where Virtue bathed, their ravings made,
Her fountians flood with wine,
Lifted with the gift,
Of their dark seductive songs,
She drifted from the path,
She was surely set upon,
Courting chaos,
Prized in the sight,
Of the covering angel,
Taught in ways of
Smothering another lover,
Other than God
Worshipped in each other's arms,
Like spider eidolons,
The moon conducted like a charm,
Those strange arrangments on
And this is how they came to be,
Dragged before the throne,
Through tongues that hung whilst theirs were run
On soft white throars and punetured moans,
Though fated now than later,
By his tutor that had been,
He baited the Creater,
With the future he had seen,
Of Michael, psyched with jealousies,
A reich right by His side,
And worming Man about to be,
the apple of His eyes,
His children lost to free will,
And the cost of beaten hearts,
Like the night Twixt vice and Virtue,
When Her kiss became a scar,
Seraph enimies,
Why has my lord foresaken my judgement
Am I not free as He to indulge my darkest fantasies?
From embittered lips,
These words were slavered,
Split with the whips,
Of their witch hunt gathered,
He sought Her gaze,
Midst drowning crowds that howled in rage,
Blasphemer!
Blasphemer!
Though She was gone,
Not lyriced to the song of their spirited throng,
But ghosted back where She belonged...
A grace embracing Michael,
In a lace of tearsthat bleared Her pride,
He swallowed,
Blood followed,
Through with spit for all things so fucki
