Vesuvio

Lorenz

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 ?

  • Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: September 1st, 2026 11:24
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 3


To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.