Charnal Memory

hmmm I think im gonna turn this into a song

My heart rips at the sound of starlight

and the hush havock of dreams in the moonlight

fairyed upon lost embers

from the flames of youth and and love

 

Joy is not simply a memory

and Love is not simply a game

and though its frought with pain'

and most end up the same

no one ever stops playing this game of love

 

And I  am no different

though im a siccophant I fall

for blue eyes

and though i'm skined of rudded copper 

and my voice is a baratone

I'll sing along  with the tennor

whoes splendor is Pale winter skin

caped with gold and timber

remember

 

the dreams and a nocturnes under that starlight

your Voice creating a universe

of strellar flights and futures

so full of

everything i was unsure of

but the dream of the song i sang along to though I

doubted

my virility and the veracity at which my

Hunger and thirst could be satisfied on your blue eyes

but i never and I did tell you this

yanked you from your state of bliss into my abyss and Im sorry

that I never Gave you a chance

to

Dance

 

 

On our Illusion......

...tO DANCE 

oN our Illusion....

...To dance

with jaded happiness

 

Im the siccophant

and the Hierophant

Burned at the pyre of thy Inquisition senior Torqumeda

The pyre you lit under my feet did not make me weep

but swept me in a torrent of evolution

and lunacy, and necroacy, but believe me please believe me

my heart rips at the sound of starlight

and the hushed havok of dreams on the moonlight

becuase in a past life it meant something to me

though now is only this Charnal Memory

Reviews

[Alfonso Garcia]

wow it is really lyrical but also most importantly well written great job.