Away, A Reverie!!

A splinter dawn, her picture frame,
Wood reaps this sin to her mist…
The blister for the manning soul’s adage,
Asleep, I’d drink her enchanted kiss…

Swaying winds to her benighted prism,
Lunacy adores her barb that slays…
Forsaken asleep, this fragile prison,
For agony, in her bruise I’d lay…

Mellow sinks this vein in wine,
This spell slits this breath apart…
Her hair recites fate in mimes,
Faith lost to her bristle heart …

In entrapment, she’d lay beside,
Her nails clutched this skin in vibes…
The broth washed the lust aside,
Her chanting wept pain in rhymes…

The Roslyn sang on its bow alone,
Her notes played my sorrow tone…
The jury shivers to a king dethroned,
The opera played as her weep adored…

Her curtains tied and this play was staged,
That song she sang to this night estranged…
The actor bows down to a blizzard’s rage,
And sleep, she’d lay in my winter haze…

The Winter Stray Poem...!!

The street wept the winter’s lust,
The wind blew its charm…
She lay cold on her bed of dust,
A needle lost deep in her palm…

The slum sang a hymn for the poor,
The bread lay sour on the rack…
She fled to grab a bite in a roar,
The stew there fed the rats…

Sleep broke to a dream of hope,
She watched herself laugh in glee…
The dew wept as the blossom spoke,
And the tulip began to flee…

Awoken by the traffic rhyme,
She sensed a pained day ahead…
Dwelling to a hoodlum’s mime,
The last bug sewed her bed…

The sidewalk relished the scent,
A child lay hungry in a fix…
She found the last of the cent,
A loaf just an inch thick…

Supper now a myth for the day,
She sat beside the child curved…
Watching the winter sleep away,
The troops found the shallow road…

The child lay still, awaiting breath,
She felt a shimmer down the nerve…
There it lay on the soil of death,
She watched its soul beside her lurk…

Wrapped in the morning news,
She picked the child in despair…
As the paper rusted the rue,
She cursed fate that was unfair…

The road was steep in static,
The winter stung her skin cold…
The leaves flung to words of manic,
The flu wept to a miser’s urge…

She reached torn, that bitter land,
The clay that yearned the parted…
Anger filled, she sunk her hands,
On that frozen clay broken hearted…

She scratched the soil to dig away,
Her nails clicked and bled…
The child lay judged beside her stray,
To a jury called life and death…

The grave was dug in a circle,
Her fingers bled to the moment’s wrath…
She took the child and began a murmur,
The last rhyme for the departed past…

As she kissed it, filled with tears,
She bid farewell and sunk it deep…
There it lay numb in fear,
She buried the stolen seed…

As the snow kissed the grave,
Her sight faded and the blood went stale…
The last of her breath gave away,
And here’s a tale of a winter stray….

The Awaited Agony : Beauty and the Beast A Gothic Etymology

"Sprouted upfront in a flaw I breathe,
Chains dwell whispering friction…
A midst of flesh, the marrow weak,
A copper armor aged to distinction…”

Awaited, in patience the petal wept,
Blistering usher in a frozen extent...
Slitting past the blossom a tear crept,
The withered land, impatience pretends...

Torn ‘Neath a rubble of vengeance,
The blade of slumber bruised its heart...
Chants of agony in sheer diligence,
The worm crept naked upon the bark...

Figments of a dream bruised to applaud,
Asleep in a reverie the villager snarled...
Scouring the claw raping the flesh apart,
Trembled in agony life sped disarmed...

The meat melted torn ’Neath the linen,
In a spree its eye shot a chanted glimpse...
Christened with flowers in a moon’s prism,
Stung to a dream she shivered a hymn...

Lost for the moment in a charm it drooled,
Seek what is desired, may it be a grim...
Stench of the kill, painted the meat all nude,
Blood with the moon shined akin...

Sour was the lust spilled on a page of stains,
The pupil strolled to seek a glitch of taint...
The haze bled to an urge for a golden grain,
Fear slit the symphony of awaken vain...

A hum of anxiety frayed in the vein of a mule
The steal was written in elixir for the pledge...
The steed sped naked as her moan fed the dew,
A chant frayed the death of cupid on the hedge...

The gates slit apart in a paradox of lunacy
The lantern drooled upon the brittle wrath...
The alter murmured in a lust-stung odyssey
An angle wept naked upon a maggot’s trap...

"Why forsake this night?", plead in a shiver did she,
"Why forsake this night, o’ wretched beast??"
"Worthy am I of such torment, 0’ judge my plea"
"why forsake this night, 0’ wretched beast???"