The Poet

The Poet
Blaspheming His way
Without Hope or Discretion

To what do I Owe this Pleasure, Nightingale

Your song Burning in my Brains

A scarlet memory
Where Lover's Wail
Sweet Passions in Fury

Searing Desire
Echoing through Cherry Blossom Nightmares

Swirling through this Ocean of Regret
Tormented by Ravens Scowling the night for this Prey
of Disillusioned Alcoholic's Moan

Deliver me, Wretched and Blind
from this, Man's Ruin Delight

Indecent Descending Angel
Tarnished, Sooted Wings
Never escaping this Orgasm without End

Fleshy and Cold this Harlot dreams Alone
Soaked in Sweat
Dreaming of Purity

----Original Poetry by Author J. Montefusco