LucienElderwynd Poetry (1)

Black eucharist
glowing at the rifts in my fingertips
Conjure this,

Evanescent kiss
To The temple of our black promises
Stained in final scars of the only longing

The only final yearning
I yearn to thee
Like edens longing, of what was is and shalt be


Black eucharist
Havoic in the frenzied air
Like blood moon's fairest snare


Will you be there?
Within that miracle stare
Like blood claret was borne in the, the

Lear, I was the only thing you could hear
Before I was filled with holy fear
The night you held dear...

I'll be your only mirror
The sandman, cursed the dust with
precious things

Like I could go on in that body or temple of yours
Would you lie and keep on meandering
In the soul of something,

That was ever really..At all
Could you fall from
The final art

The sentinel of blood and dust
And black sun's trust
Which burneth truest peril

In the eves of
I must
Can you prick the thorn in mine fingertip?

Your pain I wilt never miss
And even for a moment without our bliss
May the kiss always be the death of all of this

And make love knit
The miracle eyes
Which seeth the end of lies

Can you even stand to fight?
In the final end of all strife
Could judgement stand to meet the light?