Dark sabbath

Lorenz

Death  invits me for a cup of coffin,

end has a soft touch of satin...

Shabaalic black hag,

my head  full of ragbag,

I am your shamefool,

decayed  queen of amour...

Gi'me a kiss of fate,

eternity charity taste ...

Lady early mouning into femme fatale

trendy for the sepulchral ball ...

 cursed poet begging nursery rhythm,

 you lost you shadow,

rope of  shagreen rhymes

to extinct  your  solo ...

Just dried fish game ,

 illusions of fame...

Doors open to hellswhere,

dark sabbath  slumber ...

 

  • Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 23rd, 2023 04:34
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    Caravaggio would approve this page
    as do I, dear Poet
    a little noir release never hurt, those
    true to themselves

    • Lorenz

      Carravaggio and Edgar poe ,welcome to the dark sabbath supper !



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