ASPHODEL

ASPHODEL

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!”

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