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Song of Elisabeta
- lesalexa
- Dec 18, 2017
- 1 min read
Thru shadow land a dark barque flies.
Red dark longing pulses stronger.
Winging whispers slice black skies.
Impatient lovers wait no longer.
Hurry to me, awful specter.
Drink me in, obsidian eyes.
Wake me from this human slumber .
Pity not my trembling thighs.
Pierce my soul with fierce desire.
Shrivel up this haunted flesh.
Birth me on my funeral pyre.
Brand me in this blackest crèche.
Breathless at your urgent stroke
my body burns and blooms.
Shrouded by your carmine cloak
I meet a thousand dooms.
Unshuttered now my mute heart slips
behind the gauzy veil. Quicksilver plays
along scorched veins. Cold fingertips
caress my spine in sanctified embrace.
Abandoned silks on silver grass.
The final die is cast.
Sybilla
10/29/2012