Twas not known
Since my time in mother's womb
Of this cursed gift
Or gifted curse
That spares carrion from their tomb
Until the night my child-like eyes
Witnessed my feline companion's demise
and be carried on by a gruesome atrocity
My lips wet with the tears I wept
Met hers all locked into a dismembered reality
Only the blackest of magick can keep her from haunting my domain

Three bodies lay
In the forest of whispers
Faces veiled by the graveyard grass
Overgrown from lifeless soil
Silhouetted in a ceremonial fog
Their paling skin glistens of the morning dew

By choice of one
With seams of sanity undone
I fear to curse her earthly spirit's reunion
We meet and part lips in ritual
Hekate declares our love obitual

She is stirred and dishevelled
By secrets too soon unraveled
Bewoke on behalf of mindless banter
In language known only by the enchanter

Manipulations of logic and reason collide
Defacing the values once hidden by truth
I am only but a burden
to those who have died

She was once the lover of my nemesis
Their communion torn asunder
by death's amnesia
Her soul wandered to nowhere aimlessly
Until by repercussions of the gift that curses me
She knows only but to adore thee tirelessly

© Vhespir