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    Saffron's Curse

    Through arcades where shimmering snowfall
    Lay in state with the sad and damned
    A rent lament barely flung above a whisper
    Drew Me like a ghost to the haunts of Man

    I Found Her tempting fate between Her wrist and razor
    A kindred spirit in a graveyard
    Beneath the stature of a colder saviour
    Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques
    And through the chill earth it bedwed Her drawling breast
    Like a come dream true under etched glass spent
    Making love to the beautiful dead

    She has sinned and severed Heaven
    And in it's vulgar sight
    Two figures writhe, but one silhouette
    Extends it's fingers to the light

    "Gothic towers tottered on Her heels
    As She fled asylum grounds
    Committing hard crimes to soft cells
    Where now another's screams resound"

    From the gaspings in Her passing
    Six feet under or beneath frayed gown
    When Her hands pointed to midnight
    In a white stained chamber bound

    I Swept Her from the abyss of another dementia
    Freeing Her soul from the fetters of fate
    To take the reins of pleasure
    Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure
    At the glimpse of charmed pins in Her thighs
    Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch
    Out of spite and playful eyes

    Pricked as a Witch Her stitches itch
    For familiar lips to lick them dry
    Whilst the dark regrasps, for if She asks
    The Sun forsakes the rite to rise
    And is the first to discern, that this Angel's return
    Is a vengefull call on grace
    For even martyrdom backs from it's suicide pacts
    A leap of twisted fate betrayed...

    The scars will last until the stars
    Caught in Her train bewitched
    Fall into line and yeild the sign
    That Dawn in born to their eclipse

    For Our In humankind
    Comes an underdog day Sunrise
    Rippling with fire llike femaledition

    Iplintered Her coffin and lay on the floor
    Of a vault with Her clasped as the moon hugs the shore
    What treachery this that She breathed no more?
    Christ you bastard!

    I wished Her back but the dead adored Her
    Even wild winds sang in chora for Her
    Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore
    We'd be together more...

    Creation froze with the triumph of Death
    But still She stirred and awoke bereft
    Of concern save for the aeons left
    To lead the darkness...

    She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it
    I dream of being God but ever living to regret it
    Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for
    The Devil on Her knees

    To grant Her lows a remedy
    And mine desire's wish
    To taste thereof of Heaven's scent
    As sick and twisted as it is
    For Her corset laced with arsenic
    Hides snake curves within Her midst
    Whilst Her halo of white lies supplies
    Her temple to what God forbids.

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