Vixen of Vehemence

Ashen face and pallor glint eyes

Glance by so seem a queen of the damned

Yet more than once we mingled our blood

And screamed out passions sin in clenched hands

Most distant she radiates like a black rose

Whose sadness has overgrown

A shell is never impermeable my affection

And I of warrior mask will unveil that you have not sown

Whence the funeral processions convene

I shall be awaiting below the surface for your skin

Time you have I but mock your idle

All your crystal palaces are destined be set free within

Soon if not a third awakening day you will wander

In deep sleep I bring the dream of false terror

And robes once worn of blackened ash

Will be pure again in the day of the ten thousand stairs

You will be mine O’ knave of swords

To bewilder me no longer with your able sprouting

I will teach you what is liberal with perfection

Without the draw of blood and tusks mercilessly biting

Look no longer in the pools for the demonic eye

Fight no more the monsters hallowed by the night

Rest from the bewail and sever your diamond tail

Rise with me O’ vixen of vehemence and spill the wine

Let us fade with tears from below and then rising to hell

Alas Fortuna! the new light and the divine

By Michael R Pinnell