(I found) my gilded forest archangel but wounded upon the forest floor  And with Her gasping last breath bore the love that she swore forevermore  I climb the haunting winding staircase With intent to plunge deep into the fathomless abyss, whence upon the precipice  But alas, a vengeful thought lures me away to savour thy lovelorn kiss    Dark taints of lustrum, an amorous covet wrought  Through thick tales of warfare, through which my loyal serpents sought  To mutiny thereafter, for eternity in sweet Tyranny's arms  Thus I tailored away to blacker pastures and philosophical psalms  And as She led them astray, through orgiastic foreplay  Each in vanity to display their likenesses per se  'Twas it not for Her beauty, a slicken goddess that they sought  For if he couldn't have Her, then god would surely forfeit Her soul    Kissing Her smouldering burnt black lips for the last  Time beats no relevance in my languished morning tonight  I hear my angel singing briskly  She gleams as mind's opera screams  Like starving voyeurs unto my coming  She appears as if in my dreams    I am the face of pain that lingers in the dark  Upon the gloomy misanthropic tears  That thou once shed underneath casket glass  When the skies were benighted, and I returned the masses to Earth  I owe these horrid fates I've sewn to a quenchless sanguine thirst  From which my race was born in illustrious bridal gowns  For a taste of immortality I licked Her lips with passions as yet unknown  Toward a myriad of forbidden lusts and midnight overthroes  To languid anguish of thee and sodden woe    Then from the shadows such a hideous crone  The sight of which left me green faced and sickly prone  To convulsive plague whereby the dozens died in droves  And christ waved his flag of truce, begging mercy to be bestowed    What triumphs may come? Tyranny in his arms  Fighting back the tears of fear for the dagger at Her throat  Biding my time, I let come what may  Then 'twixt suspenseful disarray I watch Her fall from grace  Like severed orchids, trodden to sodden Earth  Terror and tragedy immerse the cognitive horse-drawn hearse    The heavens lie in ruin at the mercy of devastation  A picturesque portrait of hell as in midnight chimes damnation  And effigies stand enthroned of sweet graceful Tyranny  A sombre monument She stands so proud in its irony  But eternity lengthens without thy sweet embrace  Or the beauty of thy face  Mortals drown in misery, in despairing mournful tears  For fallen regal icons that they once held so dear    I smell Her scent upon the gentle whispering breeze  Alas my soul, wilt thou not come back for me...?