I shiver with a nervous chill
As I stand incredibly still.
Dressed in black of silk, twice-pressed,
A rose of red upon my breast.

High King Alasdair lies at rest,
Pickled corpse dressed in solemn best.
Stone-faced priests in ritual vests
Offer up incense cakes to guests.

Silent is the Hall of Passing,
False the tears of those in mourning.
Every sigh a shrilling laugh,
Grief and pain all pre-choreographed.

Seven spiders and fourteen lice,
Coven of liars, lords of vice:
Every one enseated here,
Scheme and plot whilst stewing in fear.

Cosmic thread of lies enweaved,
******* sons and daughters conceived:
Fighting for the Starry Throne–
The sounds of war give pleasured moans.

As a Requiem starts to play,
All who are present bow to pray.
Great and grand Galactic Mass,
Liturgy for a blessed farce.

Past the ghastly Introitus,
"Kyrie Eleison!"–Have mercy on us.
Ships and drones now lie in wait,
Pistols, disablers, knives and fate.

I get up and say my prayers.
Leave this hall of **** betrayers.
As I close the door behind,
Shots now click and fire in kind.

I breathe a sigh: it's coming soon.
Power shifts like the waning moon.
Death and Hades at our door:
Seven-way galactic war.

Just like a supernova we had to explode
our massive admiration had come to an end
of its beautiful life span
& our nova was brighter than any other cosmic event
enhanced with lilac and bluish hydrogen colors
so enormous, making it look like a whole new galaxy
but like all massive stars we turned into a black hole
swallowing every star coming in our way
and as much of a mystery we will remain
as much of a apocalypse we will stay
and maybe if the milky way would've been closer to our collision
we could've been a celestial ellipse
in a universe filled with endless stars

and as typical for a black hole, space and time collapse when we touch the event horizon
and we become one magical unexplainable element with each other
so powerful that when time slows down
there won't be any other thought than your silhouette dancing from one star to another
catching the last remaining particles of love rotating around our supermassive black hole

i        
  
the empire of temptation        
defied gravity        
          
planets aligned        
strung by locks of burgundy        
asteroids plunged from her shoulders        
          
pleiades eyes  
shot like comets through defences        
the core of my force field agape  
holes spluttered butterflies      
spawned from cosmic clouds        


ii        
  
i lay beneath her        
transfixed by the depth of majesty
her galactic reign over night
          
i did not fall        
i did not grow weary till daybreak        
shielded by the blood of dawn        
we faded into light and dreamt of taurus        
          
gravity could not stop        
the empire of temptation

Can you carve color like you crave attention,
My eyes are starving,
for a golden glimpsing,
Will we wander or will we surrender,
To the darkness,
Blinding our vision.

Will these wild white words
Garner redemption,
I'm just a poor boy,
from the home of the hits and,
Can we feel like we do on the streets of New Orleans,
Watch your glass and half your portion.

What in this white world changes?
Dust bowls now filled, aren't so dangerous,
But let's Forgo the colors and drink from loving cups,
Give your hugs to a stranger.

-the stars
-the moon
-the galaxy
-other galaxies
-the insignificance of humans
-life&death
-the concept of time
-the possibility of other dimensions
-your laugh and the way your eyes crinkle at the corner

If I stood on top
Some polar planet
And looked for you
Among the traffic
Of meteor showers
And beyond that I'd see
Only vast empty space
Don't worry cause
I've not yet laid us down
For then I'd know for sure
You're just somewhere in
Illusive Earth
Perhaps sitting inside
Some cliché cafe
Stirring, brewing up
A Mocha galaxy
On your creamy latte
Listening to
Treasure Planet Soundtracks
Like that one entitled
"I'm Still Here"
But if ever you just
Suddenly get up
And leave an empty spot
In that tiny world
Inside me
Temporarily
Asking for space
In between
When there's enough around
And more above
Then I might begin
To wonder
Where at this moment
In this infinite
Zero-gravity
Could you possibly
Be drifting now