great murky tides so viciously flailed
clawing and gnawing at the grey rugged shore
washing up remnants of an ill-fated sail
the coastline now littered with ruin and gore

bloated dead mariners scattered about
their ribcages open and nested by gulls
pecking at entrails as blood gently spouts
staining with crimson the ship's shattered hull

the billows shall swallow the barnacled bones
crushing them into poseidon's cursed sand
creating new coastlines in foggy unknowns
waiting for other doomed sailors to land

awakening me from my idle and doze
the skiff began rocking with every great billow
when all of a sudden a maiden arose
with the tresses of a bronze-drenched willow

her pale white visage shone lunar light
reflecting on her body of shimmering scales
she rivaled the moon on this stygian night
spattering water with her forked turquoise tail

then was I dragged into the depths of the sea
grasped by her glacial yet placid embrace
I surrendered on attempting to set myself free
the barnacled seabed is my true-destined place

I contentedly leer
from the heavenly heights
of own crucifixion
at the fiery end times below

it is I who have uttered
so tenderly hushed
these depraved maledictions
for carnage is what I bestow

a distant death knell tolls
so deafening yet meek
I wonder where the steeple is
in this meadow dry and bleak

trailing shallow footprints
trudging in the withered grass
ears ringing from the bell
I have reached the church at last

a lone skeletal framework
holding up the wretched knell
swaying through the murky skies
what dread and glee shall it foretell

the everlasting scorching sting of the scourge
scarlet globules cascade like autumn rain

with the whistling whip my flesh shall merge
I shall revel in the fiery delight of this pain

every luscious lash leaves its sacred imprint
adorning the skin with the symbols of zeal

yet it is not in the name of divinity’s glint
but rather a flaring fire which very few feel

like a stray mongrel with its tail set ablaze
I shall forever be led by agonizing gratification

enchanted by a hypnotic hot-blooded haze
a cycle of sensational pain and painful sensation

the subtle sun of silent dawn
crawling into every crevice
in the crumbling stonework
and the fissured stained glass
of the  decrepit crypt

its murky interior gelid
housing forsaken old relics
of forgotten young orphans
enveloped by blankets of dust
and white withered flowers

entropic amalgamations
of decaying ****** souls
in this squalid sepulcher
of gloom and of light
so profoundly serene

so slightly below the splintered white ceiling
I dreadfully shrieked at what the wall was revealing

an apparition so putrid it rendered me ill
petrified numb I stood there soundlessly still

it felt as if glancing into an ominous mirror
one in which my grisly demise was ever so nearer

the bones were exposed and the face had decayed
sockets were empty and the skin had been flayed

the hideous doppelganger then wearily stated
soothsaying that my damnable soul was ill-fated

like a rabid old beast I lunged at the wraith
viscously clawing and drubbing to scathe

I suddenly swooned and plunged with a thud
awakening later in a pool of my blood

as I lay moribund on this cold winter's night
I stare at the wall with a terrible fright

the spot on the wall which I relentlessly beat
shone with the crimson of fresh slaughtered meat

but the blood on the wall was not just a stain
rather my portrait of whom I have slain