The Poetry Factor Competition Version
The last sunbeam weary fades into dusk's embrace
As November paints the welkin with stars of grace
Creepy whispers of the Windghost haunt His Empire
Unfolding the gates to arcane poetry written by Desire
Undead Flower awakens spreading His eerie petals wide
In the garden of withered virginities wherein sweetest sins hide
Blooming with Lust-the enchanted blossom of imaginations
Chains you with the most twisted fantasies and temptations
Stretching vine twisting over morn's sight, pray!
Cold moonlight besmirches the hearts led astray
Torn apart grasped by the delectable wire
Bleeding His thorns they coalesce, slowly expire
"Thy journey ends, I am the destination, Netherworld horizon red
I am unhealed Innocence bleeding on Passion's bed
A starving dream on every perverse moment fed!"