Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Poems, poems...A small collection of them ❯ Clarissa ( Chapter 8 )

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By: Diabolik Affinity
Now this is something that I wrote a while back after I'd first started listening to Cradle of Filth
(For those of you who might listen to them you might see the hopeless attempt to imitate their style)

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Clarissa
 
 
 
Sheath your fangs to grace her presence with disdain
Eidolon of hate to slake the cravings of Funeral Blades
 
She's led me to the tombstone of her Deathly boudoir
Begging me nearer in cold death so to rend apart
 
Coryphee of the savage arts--- of that sickened erudition
A fay to feast upon the heart of her lover's perversion
With crimson stains upon her pearl fangs
She shalt swift invade dark hearts enchained
 
Forgive the silence of Death's wraiths
Whilst they take to darkened skies with deafening cries and silver scythes
An exodus to ethereal dreads to hasten and leaven the day
For the coming of the Angel bride
 
The leer of envious graves pierce beyond the gates of her despair
In fear for her love's grace---a bride's wings blackened in dead flares
 
A lover to her Seraph's sharp-tongued maledictions
In dark fervor---douse her heart in erogenous fictions
Disregard shames, they spread her wide---that dear dead bride
They will all but take this dead cur with violent reprise
 
In vampyric tastes she drinks of all the bloody shames
A dreaded cage she tears he wings in fervent rage
Torn and frayed she returns to her lover's blood-red stains
 
With crass perversions sick fictions have arisen
What for this respite she deafens to her lover's execrations
A scythe to slice away the incandescent stars
As the serpentine cay gives way to this sacrament of ours
Cast her adamant lies aside
To last deal with derision
For the blackened wings of her Angel's grave
And her effervescent lust stains her lover's thighs
They will cry
Forlorn prayers do die
To dampen her pains
For her lover's sick screams
 
The lover of her Seraph death's maledictions
To every night gratify the dark heart of her perversions
With stains of her lover's blood and disdain
Upon her pale white thighs to remain
 
With a gilded heart of wine and darkness
Tears of a long lost crime lay in rot and remiss
A pool of my grave and tombstones never felt so cold
The gales in this dark day ensconced her ghost in my soul
 
Her death craves me next
Opiate injections of her love spent
For all the wraiths of her torment
And the dark wings of dread to calm her lament
 
With forsaken flames of Carthage
Wrought upon her sodomy and sacrilege
 
Formed serpent of her despair
Chagrined in her dark lair
Efflorescent blazes now impair
Adamant flares in her foul weir
 
To…
The dystopia of her lover's nostalgia
Sipping ambrosia in drunk saturnalia
My perverted eidolon
For her I give this Requiem