Hymn To The Throned Love
by Armand D'Avencourt
Snow white skin and raven hair.
Lips full red as a blood decanter.
My love - Throned! My infatuation and lust.
So raven she makes the ingenious go blind.
So vindictive she makes the pure-hearted
descent into self-mutilation and alluring
origin of many demises as she despises
copulating with breathing flesh.
the breath freezes inside chest.