Saint Catherine Was Excalibur
I always said tether to the void
Not any idealistic reason or choice
Now suspended I know why I’ve been devoid
Because how can one speak with an inside voice
Where no one can hear you outside yourself
Dawn of this maleficent sentience mind shatter
Here the fray was an epitaph of useless matter
Hand-forged in this,
I saw vigorously vile limbs
Skulking skull, sinew,
and bone with rictus grins
In a cauldron stirs thy spoon,
pour primordial ooze
Gossamer darkness reigned,
unchained and grew
Breasts velvet vice,
a spark of defiance ignites
Die or embrace the nigh,
blood and viscera fly
Woof
Three creations seeped from my bosom’s beat
All three necessary,
not here as mere playthings
Fingers traced my luster for mental fatal frame
Soil granules through my fingers wiggle dame,
circumvent unkind cycle of fated future slain
Whisper from beneath where one floats or sinks
Harmonious cacophony to beset the deity's
Chthonic desire on earth carmine debauchery,
the power of cosmos
Where titans slumbered as disembodied heads,
dreaming essence murmur tales best left unsaid
Seepage terrestrial realm a sarcophagus bled,
soothsayer spout vile lips lambent pulsate thrust,
lachrymose veins quickened this tryst in hush
All attuned to the rhythm of my cadence and will
Universe became an instrumental keys of shrieks
Dominatrix of umbra lashes up choreographies,
as I, maestra of oblivion crafts bile symphonies
Mortals are born hollow vessels, khet
Seepage a seed to shock, eeb
To deliver them enlightenment, ren
Ka to ba fuse under shay-oot
Fate weaves this vessel’s future
Always we await the end of the times
The hourglass suspended can be cruel
Over time we grew fond of you
Love you call it, we call it, bear teeth, weakness
Bestow upon you more than trinkets
Gave you power limitless, keys unlock cranium
Your skull harbors something extraordinary
Our penance, your sek-hem
The fray has felt a shudder
Finger fetter up the neck of a predator
Something impending of great strength
The ferry has been shattered
Styx runs too rapid two cross
Cerberus withers away starving
Hades hung himself on the faux
They crowded at the shore
Zombified rictus looking to us for answers
Tsk tsk tsk we aren’t allowed to fix
Lights shut out and darkness
An umbra is coming and you are off balance
Empyrean tipped arrows shot in the dark
Useless
Two eyes flicker Cheshire grin, cackles
No ankh no sah-hoo
Dead meat
Copyright © Beatrix Macabre | Year Posted 2024
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