"And we met her, Luvadeea, the first born of Death...
Agnus dei,qui tollit pecata mundi..."
Even if I will feel like hanging on an upside down cross:
I poured on her skin
on her naked body
myriad of leaves
on her crown
on her brow
on her lips
on her arms
on her breasts
on her belly
on her thighs
on her womb
But you`ll never know
what fragrance have those leaves
and from which Tree they were harvested.
No, you`ll never know.
... unless if that damned pack of vagrant cherubs
will not whisper it to you,
that damned cherub pack.
The Love Poem
Oh, invisible tenebrions,
lit a hundred candles and prepare the dinner for two.
An ethereal night awaits our embrace.
Oh, bring your flowing strings and let the curtains of sunset dance
in my opened windows,
for only the rotating rocks on the firmament will be here at her arrival.
Then let your entity masks be removed,
for her beauty
has no form and her spirit embodies
but the whisper of a fragrance.
Pour the wine of oblivion
in the silver goblets
she will come
to give me her kiss
the one I left
in the moment
of my first breath
~ all poems written by Dragonrouge ~