Born of the morbid power of a fire
scented with sulfuric fumes .
A stench rising from the mineral depths
who reval in the Titan's brutal embrace.
At the call of your beastly beauty ,
I tasted your tormented lips ,
sculpted by a deadly inner fever ...
at the dawn of a tumultuous passion
fraught with criminal turmoil ,
that plunges the soul into an abyssal furor.
I loved you as a queen in mourning attire .
Lonely widow in your devastated palace
Woman in your icy bed haunted by bloated cadavers.
I felt the obscure temptation as I watched
the procession of the sacrificed virgins
the heart of the suffering Jesus tatooed
on their offered breasts...
Rejection of the ciborium ,
veneration of the ashes .
The flayed ones mingle in the putrid mist
of the succub's ravenous breath .
Prophet who stepped down
from his piedestal of infamy ,
plaything of effeminate princes ...
Napoli , lascivious and dirty city ,
the children of Uranus,
signed a pact with the old Vulcan .
Offer us the forgiveness of the telluric worship !
I am the solitary wanderer who tomorrow
will throw his sacred dementia into the monster 's maw !
Granting carefree living for yet another eternity ...
Are you already nothing more than this remnant
of incandescent pleasure ?
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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If this is a metaphor for a female relationship stay away it may be hot but you'll get burned. I moved away from close to Mt. St. Helens just a few months before it blew and where I lived six inches of ash fell
why worry ? We'll at least live to see tomorrow ...
Maybe
That's the neapolitan's philosophy ...
a fine write yet again Lorenz
A manifesto of the sublime monstrous .
The more dangerous the volcano, the stronger its pull.
Vesuvio is a poem about the paradoxical celebration of the fire that destroys and the ash that remains and solidifies...
What a wild and unsettling piece, Lorenz. Naples, Vesuvius, myth, Catholic imagery, lust, sacrifice, and decay all crash together into something almost hallucinatory. Dark, excessive, and completely committed to its vision. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Nature is neither good nor bad but it never asks for permission !
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