By Angelus

The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait,
Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
And the midnightmare trampling of dreams.
But oh, no tears please:
Fear and pain may accompany Death,
But it is desire that sheperds its certainty,
As we shall see....

She was divinity's creature,
That kissed in cold mirrors,
A Queen of Snow,
Far beyond compare,
Lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere.
Dark-liqoured eyes,
An Arabian nightmare....

She shone in watercolours of my pond-life as pearl,
Until those who couldn't have her cut her free of this world,
That fateful Eve
When the trees stank of sunset and camphour,
The lantern chased phantoms and threw
An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
On my love picking rue by the light of the moon.

Putting reason to flight or to Death as their way.
They crept through woods mesmerized
By the taffetta lay of her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed.
Save a mist on the rise, and deadly blessing to hide,
Her wraith in the mist.
They raped and left (five men of God)
Her wraith in the mist.

Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar's stare,
Silk dress torn, her raven hair
Shorn and gone, her beauty bared,
Was starred with frost, I knew her lost,
I wept till tears crept back to prayer.

She swore me vows in fragrant blood:
"Never to part,
Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts."

Then this I screamed:
"Come back to me for
I was born in love with the
So why should fate stand in between?"

The village mourned her by the by
For she'd been a witch their men had longed to try.
And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs,
My tortured soul on ice....

A Queen of Snow,
Far beyond compare,
Lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere.
Trappestine eyes,
An Arabian nightmare....

She was Erzuli possessed of a milky-white skin.
My porceline yin, a graceful Angel of Sin.

And so for her....
The trees stank of sunset and camphour,
Their lanterns chased phantoms and blew
Their chapel ablaze and all locked into a pain
Best reserved for judgement that their Bible construed.

Putting reason to flight or to flame unashamed.
I swept from cries mesmerized
By the taffetta lay of her hips that held sway
Over all those at bay.
Save a mist on the rise, and final blessing to hide
Her wraith in the mist.

And I embraced where lovers rot.

Her wraith in the mist.