Faery bride

If you admire the frosted days in grace
And hollowed calls of ghouls are beauty true
If you aspire to glare into a space
Of nothing new and you are nothing too

If you do know disaster has it’s place
At least you know it comes as part of you
Calamity, or scenes of deep distaste
The night will come and dreams will never bloom

Of love you cackle loudly with a hate
A hate of gratitude to seething moons
And dance the moon; to your detested gloom
Detest is life and love cannot create

I summon you to come to live by me
In lust and sense, so grave our harmony


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