"Immortality" by Kathleen Morgaine Haubrich

Immortality

Let all who bear true knees now bow before me and taste mine dark regret. Let loose your hair of dew and draining breath to rush upon thy dullest blade. Serrated thence shall bring sedation, doth torn away by suffered throne, cruelest salvation.

To venture forth, into yon grave, awaiting bliss, perhaps thy pleasure, fine infinity. Thou dwells anon, for here resides false raven’s word, the woeful, lost virginity, thy lacking force, mourned forever more, deceased, sufficed of forged divinity.

Fevered eyes, live every sickened moments end, for blooming flowers wither forth, yet frowning in utter discontent when thine eyes rest upon it’s stolen grace. A lullaby of bitter truth, an accolade set light upon thine face, mends serpentine to lace, a faded, cruel embrace.

Thy crimson ribbon coiled thin about mine neck, thou shalt ne'r release. Whilst glooming wind now gushes forth, ever slicing, still penetrating older wounds. Wrinkled, willowy regret chases near, upon thy fairest brow. They shall never heal, nor disavow.