the woe forgotten

the woe forgotten

by all fading joy 

of dwelling in your darkness 

in a naked starkness, 

do i envision your ambition 

or my delight?

(if thou are at my sight) 

why can't i reach it through?

frostbitten,

this hands 

in gardens of ice

to glare the whore's passion fruit, 

to grab it 

and taste it

in her womb of vice 

cyclop 

of all blind justice men

my will is free and shall forever be

i wear this garland of bones, in pleasures of steel

i bear the villain's blade, that spilled blood from the stones

i speak to you in ancient tongues, 

with the language that decifres the midnight seal

a contradiction tears the mind 

as the man opens the door

a crest that sublimed in times before

and roused through our minds, 

to blew again 

through visions of maledictions

our burning stars of beyond