Mourning Glory (A flowers lamentation)

Autumn confides in me, the ritual of the sorrow
Sweeping the canopy, spreads damnation for morrow
Invades my spirit and feeds on my soul
How enticing! As she finishes my whole

There was no invitation, but it was my turn
Shriveling within… it was my time to burn
My body quailed as she explored me
And my courage failed as she tore me

Opaque and dull in flesh
Entangled thorns...a mesh
Mute… a silent lamentation
Withered; Infestation

Fast locked within her cold embrace
I lay trembling, betrayed
Kindly she killed me with delight
As I bowed… away that very night

The Black Corona

Under the dark veil, covered in grief,
Mystified presence, her dark eye… gleamed.
Dark origins flowed from her mane,
Stinging grief was all that remained

Gazed into the fire, she danced with the flames
Poured me another to celebrate my absent days
The mead twisted my sinister past
Made me travel to the unknown lands

Under the dark wheels, she wrung my hand
Her fingers gaily moved through my pain
As the glare of the streets grew dim
She cried out loud and started to sing

Wrapped me in ashes, she neglected my cries
Ripped my heart and purged my soul
“Its hell, where you belong”

Darkness descended and weakened my heart
Jaded… under the bloodlit moon
She watched the burning pyre,
as flames rose into the darkness,
burning the symbols of her dying past

Her Death and His Fallacy

The night breathed down her spine
his cold numb fingers caressed her skin
the wind whispering several promises
stirring sweetness in the air

something had consumed the eerie of her past
clouded her vision and shook her very stance
his strong words cleansed her through and through
twisting and twirling, he brought her carcass towards him

but nothing could awake her lifeless remains
no love swept her motionless corpse
she dint wake up the dawn next day
nor were there any emotions that played

the depth of his love couldnt reclaim her life
so he just dreamed and dreamed and dreamed to regain her back.