10-03-2010, 02:40 PM
Scarlet Libation
Thick garnet jewels rock silent waves in a crystal cup
I loft the precious prison to firelight’s eye
I smile impishly for I have no intent to deny
My desire, my longing for life essence, the ruby drop
This incredulous countenance I did not seek nor dream
An Ancient One fed me his intoxicating morphine
In nightmares for eons that waged, I truly did recall
The burning anger of God, damnation, and the Great Fall
Ekimmu, Sekhmet, and darling Lilitu are the
beautiful saviours throughout the ages
Rescuing those fallible ones and humans who read these pages
Seek out your sweet eternal salvation with trepidation
The secret to a blissful forever lies in submission to
Scarlet libation.
Thick garnet jewels rock silent waves in a crystal cup
I loft the precious prison to firelight’s eye
I smile impishly for I have no intent to deny
My desire, my longing for life essence, the ruby drop
This incredulous countenance I did not seek nor dream
An Ancient One fed me his intoxicating morphine
In nightmares for eons that waged, I truly did recall
The burning anger of God, damnation, and the Great Fall
Ekimmu, Sekhmet, and darling Lilitu are the
beautiful saviours throughout the ages
Rescuing those fallible ones and humans who read these pages
Seek out your sweet eternal salvation with trepidation
The secret to a blissful forever lies in submission to
Scarlet libation.
Love is Eternal
Fairer in spring than the gentian down of indigos
dancing down paths of sweet violet and tuberose
The alpine nymph seeks a perfect dream, her sacred pine
A fearsome angel, scented arms to her incline
Spellbound by his beauteous glory and passionate affection
The dryad slumbers in a lover’s haze, oblivious to imperfection
The gloomiest of hidden things is that living is not eternal
His arms will wither and his day will fade to nocturnal
Ardent love and mystical spirits, however, do entwine
Sweet violet and tuberose will befriend them until the end of time.
Fairer in spring than the gentian down of indigos
dancing down paths of sweet violet and tuberose
The alpine nymph seeks a perfect dream, her sacred pine
A fearsome angel, scented arms to her incline
Spellbound by his beauteous glory and passionate affection
The dryad slumbers in a lover’s haze, oblivious to imperfection
The gloomiest of hidden things is that living is not eternal
His arms will wither and his day will fade to nocturnal
Ardent love and mystical spirits, however, do entwine
Sweet violet and tuberose will befriend them until the end of time.