Does he who chants to my heart's melodies knows about my harrowed pearl ?
In the dimmness of the crepuscule
In a nocturnal flap of wings
When a girl's time run up and the blood stains start to appear on the concrete
Thus everyone seems to dissappear
Gone in farewell smiles with the subsiding sun.
Girlhood born from fury and mist claims my chains to be grapevines
Ascending olympiad
Turning the pious blade to inbound revenge daggers
Calling down the curse of the Erinys
In swarms of frenzy,
To weep in the most bronze-colored lights; crying lightning channels
For the sinner's clove, a blister, I beared_
To be forgiven
To have something decerving of their punishment and fair judgement;
Something to be sacrificed for I can hardly meet the sense of.
Swains weren't meant to have wraiths of flowers; braided orchids, lump of buds and skimming supple grasses
And still be slayed in the name of making amends for ravening gods
Just mouths to sate, egos to inflate
While a girl lays ripe weathered by his temperate promises on a plate
Questioning when it's going to end:
Will he still know me if I carved my face and became moon?
Raven of the gloom sailing the helm of blues and obscurity
Will he still know me if the nacre of my pearl sheds sanity ?
Girl, and nothing else_ leaving myself to molt on his body;
He will take (kill) me
29 November 2022
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MAUDLIN MAWS▪︎Poetry (3)
PoetryRiddles of the lamented heart I keep preserved in a decent hush of demented peace and quiet. Major tw bitches
