Intrepid soul, in eternal lust
Of ever loyal faith and love
Her nails perforate, dug deeply
Deeper and deeper, down
It goes
Impinging every bones
She scowled, her intimidating voice
In this vast bareness
Her soul tightly clutched
On mid-air’s
Fragrant succulent youth
Ever dauntless panache
This cold misanthropic maiden
Lay the maiden’s flowers on the road
Her toes gliding along with her silk
The fiery rubies and cardinals warble
Swans in saltation, her sanctuaries tilt
Rest unfold here, maiden, with your light
Old peaceful stars that had grown deep
Let them eat your lonely fate and time
As you sink with the flowers beneath
Let your hair be your life and stillness
And your silk be your coffin and chamber
Let the lake sink beneath with you
And wrap your hands with its leather
Oh maiden be! This time, a holy saint
Hidden throughout the autumn year
Where black silk and flowers die alive
With the lake and its Godly sheer.
When souls dance to an acrid tune
Up they fly, down they go
Their skirts, all blades in iron shine
Their halos trailing spineless time
Its richness in colour, pearly white
Rising above, higher and higher
And lust runs over the common night
Out, a lover, a foolish wanderer
When death’s chariot is around
And these souls plunge beneath
Just one acrid tune! These souls abound!
They rise, their skirts scintillate
Up they fly, down they go
Till the lover is safe and sound
Vulnerable, dense and love-stricken
All the more, they ease around.