Evanescent

Trace your thoughts slowly

Across the moon’s lit Primrose

and ponder not on how she belongs to the

Twilight.

Linger not on the notion of beauty’s

Contrast…

Of utter radiance amongst the Eventide—

Lest you crave her 

Shadows. 

The unworthy swoon on false intoxications 

of allure,

Betraying pheromones that lead only to

Ruin. 

Breathe not in her presence and still your 

thoughts, which race ill-intended towards

Premature releases of longings 

Unrequited. 

Dark Goddess of the Abyss

Siren of Shadows

Seeker of none yet yearned by 

All

Accursed Aphrodite 

Preternatural Persephone…

Devourer of Darkfall,

Merciless Maven of moon-drunk men

who quake with trepidation

Under the pressure of your 

Wrath. 

Know that your fleeting fury fuels 

fiery passions. 


Fulfills my need to know you

if only briefly. 

Shall I caress legendary labyrinths 

of thou’s lucid lithe mind?

Soothe seared sacred chambers 

of thine frostbitten heart?

Beautiful forlorn creature you are 

to only be seen for Carnality’s 

Delight. 

Know that I Perceive you.

Past Ethereal Elegance

Beyond the bounds of

Crescent Shackles. 

Embodiment of  Evanescent Evenings

Impermanence intertwined in 

insufferable aching…

Understand that you are

Adored—

Admired.

This Altruism all-encompassing.

Allow me to detect deformities

deep within

defenses deterred—

Hollow conclaves concealing

corrugated corrupted

compliance. 

Humor my heartfelt hubris…

Humble yourself before this haunted

man.

Entreat, Embrace, Entrust

this harrowed human husk

with an ounce of your Obsidian 

Opulence.

I proclaim to pronounce you

my pessimistic

Paramour. 

To never underestimate

our most unholy

Union. 

To know that you belong to the

Night Sky

and must be unbound.

Understand my ululating plea

to adore your admonishing

Yet never resign to its 

False

Adherence…