*returns from being away along time*

[Marduk Kurious]

*sits by the river thinking of the past and starts writting a poem about it*

That fateful eve when..
the trees stank of sunset and camphor
their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
an imquisitive 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 taffeta ley
of her hips that held sway
over all they surveyed
save a mist on the rise
a deadly blessing to hide
her ghost in the fog..

they raped left...
five holy men
...her ghost in the fog

Dawn discorvered her there
beneath the cedar's stare
silk dress torn, her raven hair
flown to grown her beauty bared
was starred with frost, i knew her lost
i wept 'til tears crept back to prayer

she'd sworn me vows in fragrant blood
never to part
lest jealous heaven stole our hearts

then this i screamed
come back to me
i was born in love with thee
so why should fate stand inbetween?

and as i drowned her gentle curves
with dreams unsaid and final words
i espied a gleam trodden to earth
the church bell tower key...

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
Trappistine eyes
A nightmare...

she was ersulie possessed
of a milky white skin
my porcelain yin
a graceful angel of sin

and so for her...
the breeze stank of sunset and camphor
my lantern chased her phantom and blew
their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
best reserved for judgement that their belief construed...

Marduk finishes up the poem with a tear coming from his eye, and sadly throws the poem into the wind