I want to say I love you
scream it from the
mountain top and whisper
it close to your skin so
that the heated words tattoo
my name into...
To the man who saw me
Happy when no one was looking;
For smiling, applauding
My joy for the right tune,
Persephone as a dark and off-putting goddess who worries her mother by hanging out with satyrs and making...
The sun shone from
behind frozen skies
speaking as old photographs
which serve to trigger
memories we said were
Bound in leather dyed in midnight,
A wax seal upon it’s cover,
Red, and once can’t help but think,
It might be made from blood.
Inside, sprawled out through symbols,
Writen through languages that span the globe,
Knowledge and power is contained,
It does not let one overthrow nations,
But overthrow people,
Their hearts and minds enchained to you,
Or allows you to call,
Those who can bring you that power.
We contain our sins, vices, and dark wants behind a lock,
And it is an ink and paper skeleton key,
And draw out every lust,
To stain one’s mind black,
To help tie in the puppet strings,
That let’s them be pulled about by you,
And gives you the power we all crave.
A book transcribed by the damned,
A book authored by demons,
To give the human Desire form,
For even the demons know that nothing is more sinister,
Than what lies in the hearts of man.