Succulent

Your bruises
Decorate Rooks
Patterned after You

Oleander

Pale as the setting the sun,
Act like the day is long.
Before the spectres know,
the fields are overgrown.

The poisons hold,
Oleander grows.

On a midsummer's eve,
A serpent slithers and eats
Oleander and gold.
Gabriel, my angel!

Until, when? Again?
Until, when? It ends?

Pawn Hear Anon

Beast within spurn delights
Bought by alms in velvet tinge
Return to Assisi
With garments burnt that gently bleed

Thrown from the cliffs
My bones are ready
Carnations born
From tears of the heavenly

Pawn hear anon
Shed the veils of your judgement
Fret not for love
Look to eyes of a child

Earth unfolds, Lilies grow

Tyrianvein

Garbs embroidered grey and opal seethes
Javelin marks the release of the guillotine
What of ancient fields or evergreen?
Does he not yearn for a golden evening?

Arrogance is blood of a purple sheen
Alive, it consumes vermilion through prince from king
Persimmon skin cleansed by amethyst sea
Is there still hope to shed such vanity?

Tyrianvein

The mauve, it flourishes
To mouths, it nourishes
Humble, Blind, Clear, Vain
Judgement fair and same

Obsidian crown, Tungsten ring
Pardon me my indulgences
Have mercy, I cannot let go

Lethe

Here after the rush, gems, mines,
Wait for flesh to be crystallized.
Aroma of the asphodel,
Curse the air with an eluding spell.

Drink here from the river Lethe,
Dreams and doctrines abandoned.
Souls left to be subsumed,
See the grave under clearest blue.

Amethyst

Dionysian Shadows
Haunt with eyes of a Bengal.
Maiden fair, under cypress,
Cries her tears of amethyst.

Your ivory heart pours and cleanses mine,
Devouring the scars that have clawed my mind.
Maiden blessed with enduring love,
Let me follow through the vines above.

Tempter's blood, its allure,
Draws from lust the elixir.
Fruit of the vine,
Graze her crown so divine.

Your ivory heart pours and cleanses mine,
Purity melts within veins of wine.
Maiden borne in amaranth,
Forgive me, I am only a man.

Iron

Branches old

Into gold

Whispers, Fire

Fields conspire

Withered rose

Its joyous ghosts

Our blood of iron

Spurned by desire

Sown all our seeds

Fall feels our reach

Gardeners hands they tire

As the labyrinth grows higher

Branches sold

Into gold

Overthrow

The empty rose

Look the crown did fail

Arose from a lotus spell

Anew