Thorns of Ivy

Lucid Passion and her Sin

Thorns of Ivy


Autumn reveals his countenance 
foliage ornaments the floor with piles 
mourning death and grief under every leaf 
deep within this cursed forest her heart cries in vain 

all sanity went to rack and ruin 
under the burden of raging insomnia 
so heinous the sight but not larger delight 
could take possession of her cruel tormented heart 

Oh, yearning so cruel thou art 
and no one can see the tragic moments coming 
the art of loneliness is hard to learn 
and certainty hurts more than any hell can 
those who reveal their pain are haunted forever 
and so her tragedy came 

at last exhumed 
nuptial night, necromantic night 
the stench jabs treacly from his livid skin 
for the sake of him she desecrated her purity with sin 
cleansing the orbs from the veil of grave earth 
an agitation grotesque rotting limbs claim for her 
in ecstasy of sexual magic they merged flesh in flesh 
far beyond desire lovers lit the last life blaze 

and as the morn unveiled this rape of virtue 
they kissed goodbye 
a tear born in her eyes died on shivering lips 
but no grace she would expect from the valets of lies 

flames so sacred and divine 
curl up towards the sky to light their faces 
and far beyond the crowd 
a rotting soul awakens in fear 

doomed to exist amongst the dead 

and I wish thee here my bride 
deep inside my soil I rot and hide 
and I beg the rain to wash thy ashes down 
yon the limetrees where we lost and found 
we found lucid passion and we kissed in sin 
our lust burned from within 
but was oh so forbidden and therefore oh so sad 

her childlike passion was her twisted sin