enshrined in crematoria

this night is chilled by ghosts

and the woods are full of werewolves

my heart is pounding with the stars

i feel the darkness rising

i'm blessed

addressed

by a voice of sweet caresses

intoxication feeds

this freed reality

my inspiration speaks

enshrined in crematoria

a sight of winged delight

two great cherubim abreast her

encase her grave

like once i prayed

upon her sacred chest there

none more tragic for the lovelorn addict

than the death of beautiful girl

although i was the author of sin

that compelled her wings to furl

she represents the pleasant scent

of asphodel in this wretched world

announce the presence of god again

the ark of the tragedian

glitters like bright hittite treasure

at best

obsessed

with her loss and my excesses

judgementalism heaped

upon the mercy seat

means nothing to her sleep

enshrined in crematoria

the trees are gaunt

but the cemetery beckons

before her marble colonnades

i fell a stirring in a temple

as israel waited with bated breath

at the foot of mount sinai

so i sated my wait for death

and miracles from on high

in wine and finite poetry

as fires bathed the sky

announce the presence of god again

the ark of the tragedian

church to her virgin measure

my tethered heart

a sacrificial lamb

thrashes madly as the lioness approaches

announce the presence of god again

the ark of the tragedian

is built on biblical pleasures

in may need for this catharsis

her dark commandments teach

through my prolific reach

a taste so bittersweet

enshrined in crematoria

i find phantasmagoria

enshrined in crematoria