she

------------------------------------------------------nilanjan

I saw my death in her opaquest eyes;
She can ease my pain, with her words-
Though I was waiting still in front of a venomous serpent
To punish me, not my fate, covered with black velvet.

A mighty raven of death, turned my neglected pages,
As lips walk slowly down the cloudy shades of horror.
Horizons, covered with the sickness of dark ages
Tenderly kissed me, in front of a melancholic mirror.

A wild rose, desolated, in the abyss of oblivion-
Sings a song for a smoky heaven, with her eyes open wide.
Her lustful, sick, icy lips kissed my cold, bibulous soul
And assembled a palace awakened from the core of a garland,
To lit a candle with her abandoned love- forgotten faces
And to burn the mistry of a solitary scorll.

But that was a cloud capping star
Of a still-born sky, burned my spirit, alone
From the storm; still darkness here in the dawn.

Smokes of my burning are writing all day long,
Beyond the frozen darkness, on the labyrinth's floor.
Without knowing all the reason and the aspects of my sighs,
A nameless season behind the brimstone door
Threw my shadow, for our dreaming nocturne skies;
Into the love potion of a distant Moon, in my view before.

Menace of the painful twisted nights
Find the thirst of a violent queen, from inferno.
Only a heart, brighter than her dying flames,
Near the pale, isolated, indolent bay
Can feel the pain of my death;
And pray for love in the dead valentines day...