An Incestuous Beast

Feast on thy spirit

Burnt to an ash

Thou has no witness

To the foul crime

A heart that boils

Could a tale unfold

As the stars illuminate

Thy soul; eternal blazon

The witchcraft of

An incestuous beast

Writing thy future

With the quill of a pen

But let not it control

Let not them have power

Fathom stars to constellations

And those shape thy heavens

Decline the vile

Sent it dispatch

Blossom into pure

As it is purged away

Author's Note

I'm not exactly sure what my finger tips stirred up this time, I'll leave it up to your imagination.

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

This sounds like a warning from the witch trials, not to be seen to know too much in case you are called out. But what a story such a heart would tell. Nicely done
PS...boring fact time.....although it has been passed down as common knowledge that in Europe thousands of people were burnt as witches, very few were. In Britain, there is only two recorded burnings and history makes little mention of the fact that the vast majority of cases didnt even have a guilty or not guilty verdict, but they were instead excused due to the in fighting between rome and the royals. I only mention this as i watched a programme on it last night. Spooky timing, eh?