by Armand D'Avencourt

Lo! Animated! The night you were born - elated.
I was startled yet charmed & woeful
(ah, those winter night).

I am the watcher!

The queen is born -
of flesh and venerate putrid claret!
Born with a rotten heart.
Born maculate.
Born in a burial gown.

I am the sentinel!

The good-hearted self mutilate in hysteria.
Those men, the pure-hearted -
try to self-disembowel.

I am the speaker!
I am her Venerate Putrid Claret.

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