A Harlot's Curse

Second Spell

Seldom nights had she sailed through the obscurity
Harboring thought and venomous spite
Many days had she refrained from sinning
Not realizing that Satan was winning
Afraid of the empty and the non existing
Fearing what only her dreams had ever mentioned
Dread tortured her breath and thinking
She stayed and begged for her redemption
Her ghosts, an echo in the havoc
Her soul, dismay within decay
Nothing... prayed to the saints
We've seen an evolution in the abstract piece of a shape
A harlot in the midst
Repugnant nerve, asking for peace
Another spell to cast
Wearied, I'm waiting in ease

Dawn was heralded by a insidious peacock
Star blanket tainted by foul disrupt
She jerked back afraid to slip in and rot
A grim tether for the lout, yet merely corrupt

The maiden is tormented by the voices of eventide

In the path of stalls
Her paranoia
Weakness latent as feeble lungs
Your steps glow
Like counter mirages
Attempting to quell
Without a risk
Thy palms sweat
As a mirror damp from
Your desperate gasps
You piteous carcass
The crying child went astray
Abducting the hopes of a puppet
Impertinence was lit ablaze
As awe covered my dry lips

The maiden is tormented by the whispers of light's fall

The mirrors break before your mask
The demons cower at my task
Spears cross my heart and veins
You were the messenger
And the letter was in vain
Glasses shatter at your false words
Your vows are smeared in my tears
Not once have you killed us
Spirit meek at the sentence you forgive
But is carved
Convenience marked upon your pelt

The maiden is tormented by the murmurs of dusk

Her name is vulgar as mire
Beneath her flesh lies my desire
No being could escape my claws
Her entrance is open to my calls
Her name is vulgar as mire
It's so divine to see her inspired
Beneath her flesh lies my desire
Squealing and gone, absorbed by the pyre
These are reflections on the water

The maiden is tortured by my presence