Savage Salvation, Darling DamnationA Poem by Dale PavolkoGolden sun adorned in rapture
with talons gouging blood is forced once more to fume and fall. Buried beneath the ashen hills she must dwell in sweet-solace’s cloying embrace. What heart-of-night does not relish her demise the release of fiend-desire the preacher bearing crimson chains… who does so twists his words! Honeysuckle nails carve -delicate lace- on her tepid milky skin… -skeletal- cinnamon trails. hot on branded flesh- as tongues run rampant in a twilight shaken hour. Those who taste the decay of his lips- as he lingers to brush aside a wisp of sordid hair- from hardly innocent eyes perish beneath a pile of corpses... Dignified maybe not, but in reverence... pardoned by fleeting breath- rationalized to deceive the unwilling... So willingly provoked- to join those of winged-night as they flit through trellised arbor. A macabre dance of living shadow Thriving on mute pulses- Hearts beat so low, out of tune All the more pleasing For shadow is scarce In this barren waste- Revel as the orchid is suffused with nightshade’s fragrant toxin, fantasies chosen for deadly allure corrupting conspiracy to delight of paramour. Weaving ever weaving lost shadows capering- torment vanquished freely... In their lingering calamity. Still lurking in chambered travesty… darkness so becomes you, in fragility; absurdity! Heresy in pleasured mutterings -hidden beneath the fallen dusk- The night will reign in terror- Bonded in sanguine sheets Inflicting fear into her fantasy… Wreaking infection with his virulent hands… smeared red with bloom- -of sacrifice- bewitching the moon to rein eternal over this land of ethereal-midnight their harmonic screeches echoes… infinite in their lusting. Stoked to quiver side by side ’till spawned from black contentment, glutted with sacred scarlet… shattered-glass resentment. resounds Climatic piercing… Whimpered plea… The void trembles and the dark screams, crimson sparks light the scene the world explodes in fire. Transformation in his caress still strives to seek its vengeance- floating in the air with eyes ablaze fury grips her spindly wrists. Lips- peel back in a snarl; she is ready to join in the hunt. Ferociously in agony Her splendor feels so lethal- In the bat of an eye Her heart’s been laid rest- With the curse of his blood She has been blessed co-written with, whispered_chaos © 2010 Dale Pavolko |
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