apollo's dead-set light shines on beauty.
the gushing of blood boils high in the guilty crowns of gored kings.
TO COURT BEAUTY IS TO BATHE IN IMMACULATE, ETHEREAL ECSTASY!
YOU ARE NOT WORTHY.
ichor spills in the cursed name of the light-born.
blessed with the scrutiny to scorch the iciest of hearts.
they sit on their faux thrones, just above Olympus,
with the wide eyes of wander and lust;
the bodies of gold and trust.
they sit high on their thrones,
with their own
black-light sun.
they sit on their broken thrones
stained with the blood of seraphim.
beings of smokeless fire burn away the truth
and we love them anyway.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 4:32 AM UTC
apollo's dead-set light shines on beauty.
the gushing of blood boils high in the guilty crowns of gored kings.
TO COURT BEAUTY IS TO BATHE IN IMMACULATE, ETHEREAL ECSTASY!
YOU ARE NOT WORTHY.
ichor spills in the cursed name of the light-born.
blessed with the scrutiny to scorch the iciest of hearts.
they sit on their faux thrones, just above Olympus,
with the wide eyes of wander and lust;
the bodies of gold and trust.
they sit high on their thrones,
with their own
black-light sun.
they sit on their broken thrones
stained with the blood of seraphim.
beings of smokeless fire burn away the truth
and we love them anyway.
For Joseph, who always seems to light my fire
(Not about you, though you really know how to get me writing)
