Mea Daemones - The Night is Nigh


And so, when the night is coming,
and the light is going away,
my eyes perceive noble and smiling faces,
and so, little by little, their form is outlined,
as if dreams were born from reality...

Beautiful creatures of divine perfection,
who are still tied to carnal passion,
of ethereal bodies... of slim physique,
of sublime movement, voluptuous and unreal.

They glide like a soft, night breeze,
dancing before the reflection of my flesh.
they seek unceasingly the taciturn vision,
that corrodes my soul and flows in my blood.

And they fly, everywhere I see their manifestation,
even though the day covers their shadows,
they dance... like the most heavenly temptation,
stimulating my body that is astonished...

Angels... my angels, my visual delights,
their very presence intimidates me, and provokes
my soul to rejoice with their sensual aura,
and my skin shudders, when they touch me...

There are no more beautiful beings on earth,
like my angels, without wings to fly...
imperfect before God, who banished them,
and they wander wherever there is room,
and permission...

But, my cursed eyes are blinded now,
their manifestation I can no longer see...
"Have they forsaken me?"
No, they are still here, I know...

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Copyright 2020 LIFEINVADER
Published on Saturday, August 1, 2020.     Filed under: "Poetry"

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Final and eighth part of a series.
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