Candles faded with a winter kiss

Shadows remain along the skin of a

countess

A Crest of tragedies read of a

heartache abroad

The soul I cast weeps beneath

griefs dark facade

A Rune lit grave were my passion had

wept

Sword in my stone heart , under moonlight now slept

I held to the memories along a

sharpened bone knife

Bleeding with waves of frozen red

tides

I kissed a picture of her that I kept

in my mind

The lips of a secret vista that

horizoned inside

Autumn nights that fell within flesh

Also descended with her sin

Remorseless

I breathed in the carnivorous night

The lunar strain of passions delight

Exhaling with a voice hollow and

alone

A blizzard of midnight entered my

soul

Eyes towards heaven, fist raised to

the sky

Howling with revenge, theft of my

bride

A kingdom of heartbeats flatlined

in revolt

Declaring my pulse against a
poisonous throne

Mythical creatures entrapped withìn

a treasured vault

Writhing in fury against a valentine

cult

Spellcraft in anguish with an

unrepentant world

Archangels wingeds across a light to

night hurled

Prophecy proved our lives would end

too soon

A faulter of visions banished with

hunger consumed

Cherubic wishes inscribed in the

stars

A utopia granted left me with Scars

Bitter epitaphs with thorns from a

wilted black rose

A garden of scriptures lies

condemnation imposed

My feral heart beating with broken

heart wounds

Ravens gathering stormclonds, my

soul they pursued

I still see her standing over a

grave in my dreams

Sinister smile denying heavens

reprieve

I gave her my passion, my soul and my

last breath

She turned to another and left me

for dead...

© Ernesto De La Pena III