On Winters Tender Breast (Dreamside Ruin)
Putrid Validity
Absconded Abhorred
And Fundamentally Adored!
Such Madness it Truly is
Such Madness beyond the reach of Men
Such an Oddity it Truly is
And why should it not be
Such Oddities I have seen, across be Wonders in the skies
Splitting Wide the Heavens, that doth defy My eyes
Such places I have been
Wherein dwelled Immaculate Sin
And now I return to the Black Distorted Forests of My time
Ah…To see the mighty Frost Phantoms again….
Frigid winds blow harshly from the Icy cold white North
Frost now greets My Heart again
As Snow caress My lips
Cold My Heart
Ice My Heart….
As the Dead freeze in the Tomb
So My Heart shall be
Ah…To taste again of Winters song
And inhale deep the ashes of Summer Forgone
Bitter as they are
Winter freeze this land
Entomb Me where I stand
Within there crumbling walls
Within the Ruins of a Dream
….The Ruins Of A Dream?
How Marvelous they from Afar
Glittering as if a jewel of Ishtar
As if to beckon Me to its Within
As if to Mock Me from the Err of My sins
Oh great temple of ash
Drudging up the Angels downward Cast
Oh great Monoliths of Woe
Usurping the Heartache we Owe
With these Titans exhumed
Anon Divinity shall assume
These Desolate snows are its to Consume
Never!
Fool, the wilds in Frostlust cannot be tamed
Her feral winds cannot be chained
Atop the snowdrifts I sit and stare
Cleaves and Catharsis all laid bare
May these winds scar My eyes
Cut these Sockets Blind
For this is not for Me to see
And Me not or It
I ask for nothing Given
And nothing do I receive
As ever I work My Own deed
To sever Veins of Creed
Those lusting after Greed
And Bathe in what they Bleed
Glittering white forests
I delight in them
Might and majesty Cradled to sleep gently
On Winters Tender Breast
How I long to slumber with them…..
May No interloper rouse us
May No enticement sway us
Swathed in sleep eternally
To Dream Forever!
To dwell Forever in My ruin…My Ruin
But such fanciful thoughts are but that of a Petulant Child
Wide eyed and Innocent
As the pure driven Snow
For when the Sower comes Reaping
Casting off the Bondage of Willy-Nilly Weeping
And your head is laid down Willy-Nilly Sleeping
He shall send away from you the Lust for Life quietly Seeping
Tis the Fashion and Make of the Coil
To endure beyond the Rape of Toil
Wrapped in a Phantasm of Fathoms that Bliss once Kissed
Extolled frozen Moors disrobe to exotic Belladonna Mist
Sweet dancing luminosity of Dusk
Sultry and Slick Will-O'-The-Whisp
And as sand in the Glass
This Marvel shall pass
For Nothing so Precious is ever to Last
Gaze Upon Atrocity
Shackled to Hypocrisy
I Shall make it Bleed on the Alabaster Floor
Till it chokes threw the Din and Torture to Denounce the Whore
Now the final Williwaw comes Ore the Trees
….For I think My Glass is Empty
Tisk
For Twixed these Forests and Meadow
I lay My Heavy Head upon this Frozen Pillow
And let slip away The last Fetters of Sorrow
To Lay and Follow
The Enticement of No More Morrow…………