At the Seat of the Catacombs of Amygdala
"At the Seat of the Catacombs of Amygdala"
"...the curse ruled from the underground down by the shore
And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before..." The Curse
Violet Black the night is still
diving through oceans
of stars now waking
violins soaring in my
heart’s crater speed to
the seat of Amygdala
Descartes moving closer
anticipation,the Sphinx
is smiling and Horus waiting
in his castle calls me home
abandoned in my green field mind
of Lavendar spirits
swinging hidden essence of
secret monk’s theribles
shrouded hoods in their
grim reaper guarded
churchyards writing words
upon the air their Purgatory Alter
daughtermotherdaughter
Goddess prayers of devotion
stealing love from sharks
feeding them pearls
and sirens singing in their love
Indigo rapture velvet
bee keeper gloved hand
smoking catacombs
Supersedure Queens and
absent drones, bottles corking
time hideous time sand dripping
wet tears through the Hour Glass,
never stops diamonds drop by drop
acceleration dress-ups buckled
straight jacket uniform
no arms marching
with the Soldiers of Conform
setting tables,last feast rosaries
now I lay me down to sleep
up the stairs bowed and weeping
swept out of sight in starched collars
and cobwebs glistening Huntsman,
no Audrey Hepburn,no Caron Daddy Long legs
Aether sees her in a mirror
falling down to Hades Lewis' traps
on a hero’s mission
saving 3 Graces and returning
returning HOME.
Violet Black the night is still
diving through oceans
of stars now waking
waking she returns
spinning her Golden Chord
to pull you away closer
into her sweet dreams held to her
peaceful Polar Bear Hug sleeves
it was never cold in their Igloo
truth serum syllabub no silver spoon
happy dreams,rough seas,then peaceful
and still
Black Swan singing in
Joan of Arc chain mail
Heavenly wings slip
softly into starlight
away from stalking cats
blood sucking bats
barking Hounds of Baskerville
through galaxies of milky
honeycomb, to where God
hides in a protected glass snow globe
somewhere beyond
the pulsating No Go Zone
Charon’s been handed his token
None of this should be spoken.
Nyx has Aether in her arms
they are flying home
Violet Black the night is still
diving through oceans
of stars now waking.
Honeycomb cement feet
sacrificial drowning
A little death.
Supersedure.
Back in "their" kitchen
the smell of stewed pears and
chocolate cake baking.
(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
Copyright © Leanne Lovejoy-Burton | Year Posted 2018
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