Insane Tryst

The demons come for me

And they come for you.

Though we share a common enemy,

Still we remain unglued.

 

In the inner recesses

Of her visions nocturnal,

From a chalice shaking distraught

Comes the mad pouring of the angel’s draught

 

Born of a wondrous passion,

A vying lust reincarnated

And impregnated with the breath of idols ancient,

Entrenched in trances inviolate

 

We were made aware only to unmake

These senseless bonds that separate.

We were cut from the blameless sky and sown together,

Ravished by seas and thrown against blasphemous rocks