Above in the crystal-black palace
is where he drinks from loves red chalice
and below in the stone-white mountains
is where she bathes in heartbreak’s fountains
but, beyond desert-moons and forest-clouds
within a peak of oceanic-suns, earth enshrouds
light-naught masquerade of stolen kisses
shadow-caressed dances of healing wishes
their wordless-limbs, undone in fleshy-threads
unsewn by their songs upon feathery beds
when they break the chainmail-provenance
to each other’s dagger-locked entrance
may their souls unlock, nary ill-weathered
to become one heart, fairly even-tempered
no will too grandiose, no gesture to deplete
their bleeding-love wholly bitter then sweet.
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Aurora Giselle
A narrative voice that penetrates the depths of darkness and it's denizens; from human to fey, angel to devil, prisms and shadows of the abyss. All who hide in the darkest corner's of the void will be exposed in the verses of starlight.
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