Aa Harvey

My requiem

My Requiem.

 

 

To my witch, my retribution; my inviting audience.

By night fall of this day, I shall have become your Prince.

Your equal in a title, so impossibly imposing.

I implore you to see within yourself;

Let this jester enamour you, with a wickedest of wit.

 

 

The scalding maiden of charm and beauty,

I beg for you to allow me to be worthy.

Please encourage my encroachment, for I am simply a roach;

I lament at your yearning, to see my heart burning; and I a ghost.

 

 

For as you cast me down, with a demon in your eyes,

The banshee’s cry and wolves howl in the night.

The screams of those in love,

Fill the minds of those with no guide.

The succession of your family’s honour shall be immortalized.

 

 

Cast in stone, but never cast aside;

I call on your soul with my requiem.

I have gathered your disciples; the enslaved stand in line.

They are willing to die; they are the sultry condemned.

 

 

My genteel, voluptuous, lascivious, constant;

Let us wander into the dark and find our family of opulence.

Let us bring silence to their feast and raise the dead.

Our concerto for the stalwart soldiers,

Grows even louder with the taking of each final breath.

 

 

I am your zealot, with the foreboding forecast.

A love like ours shall never last.

For your soul is nomadic; it’s devotion solely to lust;

Your lust would become the ruination of love.

 

 

But my lecherous libido, still feeds my ego

And my hearty organ tells my brain what to do.

Such a torrid torment of the needs of the female,

But I deplore you to see I love you.

 

 

I wish you to kiss me in the morning light,

As we both climb back into our coffins.

Two coffins as one, we lay hand in hand in the afterlife;

Our eternal love, eternally bound;

Shall never be allowed to go rotten.

 

 

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