Riddles soar on shattered wings,
shaded snakes upon the throne.
Inside these eyes breathe liquid dreams
and fates were never known.
Phantom bleaks of melonchaly ,
portraits wet my lost pretend
as dying embers in their folly.
Brooding silence says unto them ,
victim's blood on roses bloomed,
twin hearts grip in spiral spin,
love shed it's demon womb!
Pallid stance and blessed be!
Strips from me in solitide!
She came to me, of yester eve,
off roads of traveled haste!
Deprive the sky, onto my path
are stars I never chased.
Jaded plights reflect today,
she brings dawn and morning light.
Inertia's laugh to be arrayed,
passion's lips of brilliant white.
Agonized, her sweet embraces,
when love, itself, has then aligned
to kill a shadow's solemn graces,
tempers bliss for all of time.