Blood Spilt Over Crystal Manor

Beneath the firmament of clouds in lace,
In the land of undiscovered grace,
In the valley soaked in feral shadows,
In the lush of ivy embrace
…a shining tooth
…a thorn of dying rose
There’s a tower to the heaven upraised

Amidst the waves in the ocean of clouds,
At the very top of ivory and stone,
In a diamond-like crystal maze of old
Dwells she, whose gaze in the dark skies rove-
Far beyond
Any mortal comprehension-
A beauty of a parallel dimensions

Malevolent sylphs…in the shadows that dwell…
permeated through the light… of guarding spell…
Prophetical creatures… mesmerized…
Stood watching body…agonized…

In a raven dark whirling tempest,
On the wings of restless storm-
With a feeling of pernicious harvest,
Both meandering shapes and forms-
Hurrying to face
The face of fate
I stumbled and it was too late

My crystal heart has come to flower-
Scarlet and purple blossoms on the walls…
Raped transparence has lost its relish,
Into bloody bath have been turned my halls…
I was wiping out the traces
Of this sinful mirth
As I sent Her to the bosom of the earth

I have been taken away
Something so precious I never deserved
A face so fair turned into grave so grim
‘cause it was a simply miserable whim
Thank thou now For thy attention
Listening to a madman’s dream!