Come in die in my scripture ,
red my runic passion ,
naked screams of my words,
blazing orgasmic forest !
Your body so perfect carnation,
imperious touch ,silk to soil...
I vandalize the holy temple !
Come and drink the elves elixir,
living chant ,mystic goblet ,
barbaric midnight songs ,
fiery possession, violence,
vestale gift of the warrior ,
one way desire and libations ,
male impregnation,demesure...
Hundred barking wolves ,
dreamlike curved shields ,
king of sword,my sheath ,
drawing your skin,the sign...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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When he speaks a lie he speaks his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it.
On the other hand, it speaks the truth.
Is truth a hidden lie ?
"What is truth?"
Pontius Pilate.
Excellent !
Solar .
I love the beautiful pic juxtaposed upon the carnal intensity of this poem, a Pagan Wedding extraordinaire! You piqued my curiousity, and doing a little research found that Pagan Weddings are happening today with various types of ceremonies. I've learned something new, thank you.
Thanks Bella. The Romuva is a neo-pagan movement derived from the traditional lithuanian mythology (see Romuva )
Gothic erotic! Yet sensual and tranquil.
Your atmospheric scenery creates a vivid detail to the theme.
M
My gothic side ! 100 shades of inspiration !
Hi! Thank you for sharing your poem. It looks to me mystic and fantastic, like to read mythology. Thanks a lot.
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