Red rivers of blood
Poured out by this heart of mine
The distance fortold the instance
Clairavoyance for my conscious enzymes

I stood in the rain (that day)
Half naked, frozen breathe
I was shivering wet
"Unmaketh this lamented tradition, tomorrow," I kept
Saying as I was praying
My webbed hands interlocked
Ever they grabbed
For a never nabbed
Nuzzle from the naval
Of a heaven, deceased

You stood in the sun (that day)
Half naked, burnt breathe
A quivering pet
"Partaketh in this labrynth of sorrow," you wept
Appeased to your knees
Your nettled arms outstretched
Ever they yearned
For a never returned
Cuddle from the cradle
Of the brethren, diseased

Red rivers of blood
Poured out by my spirit, this time
For the seperation, from my incarnations
Combined in a withering design

Allow me to weave for thee
An epic and elegant tapestry
Just for thee
My spiritual sister in gothic majesty

There is...

Nothing cruel
In my jewel
Of emotions

There is...

No malice
In your chalice
Of potions

No haunt in a sonnet
No tainting of a painting
No veil over a tale
That is...

Born from a forlorn promise

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