What violent delight, remonstrates with disdain;
The lambent cut staining, your pallid flesh between;
Ivory teeth tasting, encarmine gasp refrain;
Yearning for pleasure trust, loyal to serve dark Queen;
An Angel held aloft, to worship your design;
Redemption in recourse, toward the ache within;
I demand the steel bliss, devour my wound confine;
In scarlet redolence, bleed out my ancient sin;
Rivulet altar lain, intertwine together;
Bleeding the vein of you, caught in silken silence;
The black shard awaiting, as fingers bent quiver;
Quiet edge descending, lips parted beyond sense;
Awaiting taste of you, like the death on your lips;
Ravage the fertile soil, with the breath of your seed;
Arching towards the sky, tearing until mask rips;
Reveal the hidden sign, satiate sanguine creed;
Stone by stone you lay bare, with trembling artifice;
Invoking ritual, with blade of requiem;
Cutting without pretence, the false with sacrifice;
Upon that which decreed: Mors luit dolorem!
Cadenza to Atonement
Let the stain bleed,
Encrusted with the scab,
On steel,
Dry remnants of our deed,
A tryst and memory that—
Decays,
In the autumn, awaiting:
Spring,
Blooming in the loam,
With blood and bone,
Reaching out for light,
Heavens above, roots—
Feeding, where;
Buried,
Bodies still, stay silent.