Sparkles 'Neath Twilight

SPARKLES 'NEATH TWILIGHT

The desolate serenade through empty streets,

Like frayed spangles of thy Luna, echoing in anguish,

Haunted amidst thou cold flame, thy blood;

‘Neath twilight sparkles shalt it bury,

The azure breath scented of purity, thine innocence,

That cleaved into the chasm of the foam of wrath,

Blown across time and dust, dost it destroy thy shadow?

 

Oh hear, the passion races through fiery veins of mine,

Lest the tempest rages ‘round, quivering within thy lulled waves,

Shouldst thou, bathed in crimson, wouldst murther within,

The chilling silence twixt time and celestial fear,

The solitude of blinding darkness, wilt then,

Roam through the eternal barriers that separate,

My shattered soul from the univers.

 

Sweet slumber called mine spirit to bliss,

In the bay of thine untouched emerald jade, crystalline by thy ardent rhythm;

Wild, thou art ruthless, yonder lay wisps of forgotten legacy,

Like the resounding melody ‘cross valleys, lit through passage of time;

Silver rain wilt fall from cerulean waves of entangled ardour,

Fall it shalt, on mine shoulder, engulfing thee in mineself angst and fierce ecstasy;

Lingering on the teardrops from the haven of the flaxen beams,

Memories twixt thee and mineself shall scatter, like leaves of autumn’s essence,

Sprawled ‘cross earth sprinkled with thy cold soul.

 

Thy wind embraces mineself in thine embrace,

The whisper that caresses mine skin, a feather upon remains of glass,

Comatose is what thou hath left me, the wisps of affection skimming,

Across the sanctuary of mine sanity, through the violent, scarlet vineyard, so tender,

Like Dionysus wreathed by cherry blossoms, his fervour fragrant the air,

Soothing me into his realm, in a tomb of delightful surrender;

 

Whistle thy ballad within thine and mineself psyche,

An enchanter shalt weave the spells of decades long burnt,

Bind thou and mineself, a sacrifice of cerise haze,

Never to be torn apart, twixt eternity,

Oh, if I were but to coalesce, none than thee,

Shalt my essence bound in shackles be thine,

‘Neath earth shalt I lay, waiting, waiting,

Waiting for thou

 

Reviews

[Sunil Nayak]

i dont know what at least 67 of the words here mean....
u've got a mean vocabulary!!
:D