Beyond Pain

deeming to defy the morning 

of its logic, 

pennies on the eyes of dawn .

Earthen pillars of light 

and shadow, 

were gestures of burning faith .

making you believe in the 

death of the Lowlands Goddess. 

No birds will sing today .

 

The Marshlands smelled 

of unanswered prayers . 

Looking for the restoration 

of her lost honor

but , haunted by a

thousand slain gardens . 

Was a quiet alumni 

of the rain .

 

a dark heart with a 

bloodied mind 

churching me with 

prophetic dreams . 

A fallen castle, 

shattered walls , 

breached moat . 

Listen to my darkness, 

beyond pain 

but not beyond sorrow . 

 

Staring with just just one eye 

through the lunette of 

the guillotine at 

thirteenth century morals .

Soaring wounded Angels 

had made a covenant 

with the Harvest moon . 

Violence is always ripe 

it never has a season !

 

Fear is not sacred 

the safest places can 

only be visited . 

in the corridors of 

endless sleep , 

there is no difference 

between life and art . 

It is where the Goddess 

shall dwell forever !