Hadria

-From my novel "Sempiternus", I dedicate this poem to the character of Hadria, the once consort of Sempiternus.

I have seen the Plutonian visage of darkness,
Accompany the pallid vestige of my soul void,
And sempiternal nights of blood and starkness,
Encompassing the physicality I cannot avoid.

The pinnacle of innumerable centuries of vanity,
Concealing haunting years of my condemnation,
Banish'd to a sorrow of the Lethe and my sanity,
As Boudicca creat'd this preternatural realisation.

Traipsing the evolv'd earth from city to city weary,
And satisfying my orectic thirst e'ery night I feed,
In search of nepenthe to relieve vexation so dreary,
Within the obstreperous streets of beings I need. 

Mourning the charming scent of her true beauty,
Fore'er lost and trapp'd in the taint'd memories,
Where I recall her stately elegance and quality,
And left daunt'd by the trove of her accessories.

Behold those puissant winds of the Pleaides, 
As I sense a gentle movement of her presence,
Past the verge of aphotic corridors of the Hades,
And I follow a torment'd vagary of her essence.

A thousand times I have dreamt again her return,
From a profound chambre of my seclud'd castle,
Curst by punctilious words of the destest'd inurn,
With the damnable and cadent echoes that startle.

Dwelling among typhlotic iniquities of the mortals,
I command'd the legions of soldiers and vampires,
Within those plenteous caprices of the immortals,
Amid the colossal wind of the night that suspires.

I reign the underworld as the master of delirium,
Upon my palatial throne of the eerie underworld,
Awaiting my adorable consort to erase my tedium,
Desiring a tranquility and reward of the afterworld.

O my dear Hadria, 'tis I Sempiternus.....