Verses of the Fallen

Rabid want of salinity fresh,
From ash remains of your flesh,
O my beloved lady smile
In youthful mirth you lie,
Your slender neck of folklore,
My desecrated temple of your
Massacred heart and effervescent soul,
Devour your being whole,
Not a fabric nor leaden art
Do I not want to part
From ravenous hounds of hell
From the loyal court fell.

Into this world and an enigma
Took over and passed over us,
And your purity conquer
And upon your morals slander;
Drops of that bear life,
Drops of that constitute life,
Scarlet eating away the white,
Blood lust over carnal prevail,
Blood lust your only trail,
The cave of brazen immoral doom
Your one and only tomb.