Mistress of Carrion
Stygian heart reborn with the dawn
A waif no word or deed could snare
Moonlit limbs in blankets withdrawn
A murder of ravens nodding in prayer
Mistress of carrion lovely even in death
I beseech thee another hour, another day
Lungs screeching in defiance of breath
A man of mercy would not bid you stay
But you are crueler, more indelible than I
For without you heaven and Creator depart
My humanity will on your ascension die
For without the muse there exists no art
Severance offers neither freedom nor cure
For what reason should I alone endure?
Crept
There is no wound for which your darling lips have abstained
No passage within that I might as sanctuary claim forbidden
One by one you unravel my fears as if I were an exile chained
Beneath your omnivorous gaze no mystery remains hidden
Boundless as a wayfarer’s sky, these flaws an unsavory guide
What nightmares this troubled mind has imbibed despite protest
That you should in possession, look upon me with such pride
Tis not for me to question the fortune of which I’ve been blessed
Abandoned by blood I had no savior upon which to hope
Deplorable wretch that I was I surrendered ungratefully to sin
I wanted only for a black-veiled butcher to fasten his rope
Around my neck that I might upon my final breath grin
Knowing that I had lived if not well, at least willfully
But into my unconscious heart you crept ever so skillfully
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