Pinacle of spectre (the other side)

By Silver Spectre



Oh Black dressed wish of Avalon
Poisonous is this whip
That takes the cracking of flesh
As we bleed so painfully
For that ever-so forgotten fish
And dream that home’s a place not far up stream
Through my diseased mind of decrepit pestilence

As visions of your pale white skin
Come undressed to the flesh
In something less than this sinners breath
Sinister words creep through the soul
As we seemingly complete the puzzle
Our spirits collide composing lies
Purely for entertainment
Ridiculously inclined by the lie of time
To reduce our minds design

But here we lay in the absence of flesh
Only dreaming of time within our crypt of imagination
Wishing we dead could sensuously and proficiently
Lie in the secretions of the sensual
That lies inside the sweet digestion of our minds eye

But remember, envy is not one sided
The living too, conjecture what’s behind it
Beyond the reach of their eye of distinction
And dissatisfaction of sonnets

Through the dancing of razors
Fist clenched skin and quivers
While dreaming deeply of red rivers running
Quick silver delivers

But blind are they
For it’s only in life
That the sensual lay

From the crypt to the bay

From the heart to heavens gate

I pray our souls will take

In this pinnacle of spectre

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Copyright 2003 Silverspectre
Published on Friday, September 23, 2022.     Filed under: "Spiritual" and "Poetry"

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