From ruin and rot did she derive
To love and fortune she did thrive
The maiden makes offer to Death yet
She and lover will paradise met
O, did he suffer, did he cry
All his sons were claimed to sky
He did cry, and he did wane
Above the tombs, alone in pain
So did he wane, did he fast
On the sofa, dreamings past
He did fast, he did gaze
Upon his blood, for future days
O, how he suffered, o, how he cried
A nurtured pup, and his happy sigh
Deep inside, his past self stares
Fearing the rain, hating the hail
The king on his throne beyond the pale
Daggers in pairs, three strands twice braided
The castle doth find itself invaded
Itchy fingers creak like leather
Float and sting, light as a feather
Kind man and child make the heart swell
Though bedsore hatred in it dwells
Crosses, hooks, none mistook beat
The broken solar makes the hand sweet
Pulling the oceans to her breast
She puts the pestle to its test
Inside the graceful rind she doth find
Loathsome delights, violent blights
Not so cruel, crosses stars, under breath, curses Mars
Measured, refined, folded in honey, applied to gaping appendages bloody
With child, the night face pours her heart
In the drown bath, for his mend to start
She calls to East, chasing wine
Hair in hand, axe to grind
Thorns and fangs scrape supple flesh
Gently grasp her, whisper this:
Be still, be calm, honored guest
You came so far from the West
This light you bring burns so hot
Your temper and fury, they scare us naught
Soak in pools, rest in furs
A spirit like yours, in those twelve blurs
No longer light these empty halls
So be still, be calm, your act, it falls
Well-met you are within these walls.
It is in its nature
For a storm to away with possessions
For how could a skin
Keep it from this obsession?
O, how low we see you fell
Bathe in sweet light of the dark well
Death left you forbidden fruit
The meat of which, corrupt absolute
Eyes well and sting, if only you could be him
With he eating you, nourish within
If you would not die, then live you must
His empty gaze betrays no trust
The taste of the sweet, it taints you so
The sin committed, to judgment you go
You swallowed fellow man, so the desert swallowed you
Across these cursed sands, you are the gales blew
As they all laugh, you carry truth, carry gloom
Did they think a cold grave for him would make do?
The body of his partner made a better tomb.