e d r e a d t h c s a s e t f s h i e l r s m p o e r l f l m s a e d y n e s y s m e o e v s e o r l t c a d k l e u s m o i w s t e r a y w e i h t y h m i o n d t o e g s a w s e s l a l a p n d n h i e f l d l n s l a y r i a c s e h e s t p h a g k u e s o i r b h i t l u a c t a i h n t g r w a e d y d r i e v p e r a e l h t e a h n t w d o c n o k i d l i d w o h

empty halls, blackened walls
scream agonising sentences,
trite, decadent remembrances
of atrophic assignations.

mordancy bled, **** fed,
ambling in broken cadences,
blind, lamenting abhorrences
of amaranth self abortions.

dead lives, deafening cries,
abating for audiences,
raising voided condolences,
waltzing to pointless abscissions.

eclipsed halls, barren walls:
prelude to atrophic assignations

what death screeching and incomparable will possess our feral skies bursting fissured eyes in stygian oceans of sound

what hell pharaonic and incestuous will enwomb us pyrophorically screeching into the crepuscular welkin

plutus' now plutonian name is laid out before us in the amaranthine caverns of a conflagrant mind

a resignation to wallow in the acrimonious sea of the harsh torrent of life perpetually thrashing in retrogression through the stinging rain

as shadows splatter in atramentous mirth gaily dancing in the shimmering waters of a decrepit planet poisoning itself

an oasis of debauchery grotesque agony crying through its darkened halls that screams out for liberty

a l f l t a e f r o a l l h e a h s e i n d e p d p w a h r a w t n w i e l c l i b d e l g e d f o t l a n s i o r l u i r t s a t r a y o w r e h e t p g i n i f t i a g l u i r b e i a s p e a w i e r i o d f e f l i a s p s d u n r a e d l e o y c e s k t i h l a t n w i h l t n i n a t r h t e a d h a t r s k e t o h r s a e w i d o v o i l e b l r f l r m o n m s t r h a e e s t u t m a m h e t r l f l i a e f l n d o s p c u a e c h o t p s h d o e n h y a t f h o g u n i s d a d n u d b s h e r s i o e r k d e i t n r g o c r p s w p s p u n l y o r t y e u d b o e c d i c h e r o r l t e s u l p b e r f c u s l k a c r e s n y d k e w a t h s o u f f t f h o e c a n t g e l u s n i d s e m r a t r h k i e s d s b t y g r i a n n d b s l y a m n p k h e o t n l i e k s e l a o n s a t k a e n d s r t e i d l u l n b d o a r n n t f s e t e u n s t o n r t i h a e n w c s i n e r t r s h n e i a h v l e t l e d k r a w o t t h r e a d i e n a m d s d n n a a e r c e o v e o h c t o a l k t w y d m e d r n e a t n s i  e l h p e s h t r f t e a e w p o a l l o i h d s f s a e c y e e s n d o n e a h d t l e o g c n s i p y i a l r l f a r f w o h p a e t d l n l a n d i t w s e s
w o h t g a e t l m w e h i c f b t l a e


i e n i o l o w n o g l e o r k h n y o m w n h i a g t i n a n m o w r w o h r o i d a d p y p l e t a e r t i o b u e i q a s m a e m y a e s g k w i h y a d t r s l u e o f y t o n f m i e r t e n m i a l i g n e s u h n t s s e i e a n l i o l l s a t i r n a e s r e a a o e f b l r c o s k w r e o n m r i g r n r i o h r t s b o u n t n t o u t b h s i r n o g g r r r o i w m s c m l n e e a k r o e r r a b l f l i o a f m i o s t a h e e g s l a i n n i t i t n y s o o u l r d n y e i e n s g e u y s e n s q i u a i m e e t r l e y d m r f o o w t n f i e n l g i s n m t y h a o h l w l k o s w l a i m e a s i m k a n m o a w n i o e t w b h o o i t a r m o a r w e h p a p t i a d h o a w l r l i o k m n a o i  w i t s I a n t h h w i w s p o o n o k l o r f s e c g a n r o l l e o t h n u i e

a h l t i a v e d
y t o u u c r h e a s s a t r u t p e i t d

Not now, nor past, nor future shall anguish
Prevail in piceous depths betwixt Hell
And Heaven bright whence He shall dwell,
Despotic, casting voices to perish
Where I, in sombre woe, conceive visions
Of His tyrant reign. Grotesque agony
Has been wrought by His seat, high, joyfully
Quaking the decrepit Earth. Gaily
Does His crown manacle our once free Souls.

From death once wrought verisimilar chimes
Of a nation brought to glory’s righteous
Heart, but now pharaonic cries tread grim
From the Second with such semblance of high,
Righteous Sovran and now hath released His
Ministers of Vengeance upon us whole.
In atramentous grief, descrying the
Bright cynosure in golden sleep beckon,
The Heav'nly Muse my soul does possess.

Oh, great grandeur of thy visage, fair,
Thy impeccable beauty we descry
And at thy silvery glory stare.

Pure Goddess, I present to thee
My heart fractured and crimson steeped
And ask for thy loving eye to heal and free.

If my love for thee
Was not so profound,
You would hear not in me
Sorrow's baleful sound;

For as myself must flee
From this dark shore,
Conceiving visions of agony,
Of our love from each other torn.