The Poetry Marathon

Permanent and shifting,

Perpetually transfiguring in the dimn of night,

Contrite in the radiance of day.

My dormant gloom occupy’s the Shadow

Judges from its sanctity.

Its there I will indulge relief,

Reverence and absolution await the awakening.

He dances with my solemn self.

Replete and content to bide his time.

Watchful and waiting as a silhouette,

Severity in carried hibernation.

The slumber always ends with the ritualistic,

The greater offer of an unwilling supplicant.

Righteous Red, title of a song he ochestrates,

Waving his unseen hand in silence,  justified indignation of immoral flesh.

Dark intentions will coalesce, with the intangible stare that seethes within.

A shade of murk that fixes itself to me.

I am shadow in the darkness, In its emptiness reborn.

I am absence of all actuality,

Of everything living, I am scorn.

I am the obtainable nothing,

Reality shakes, becomes forlorn.

I am the first born. Embrace my emptiness,

Rejoice in all, be forewarned.

He there when existence began reality’s sonata.

Resonant in its authority and importance in a bid to obtain affirming stigmata.

Resounding lives ever fail to perceive the clarity of oblivion.

Oblivious to the purity of the void’s song, sung in hell’s season.

He was the overture of this so called living pièce de résistance”.

Chaos wrought creation and it is in this anarchy he sings his opus.

Eternity. The orchestra of an insidious being.

A manifestation born of an insipid creation.

Mortals desperate to match the melody of forever.

Unable to manifest the nature of seeing.

That they could ever grasp a predetermination.

The magnitude of the symphony’s endeavour.

Diabolical, the night. Mist in the void.

Yet, there is clarity under its parasol,

Beauty in its sincerity, and rest.

Diabolical, daylight, an empty chasm.

Filthy in its mire, cold under its burn,

Hideous in its lies, and unrest.

Your power of seduction shadowed by utter deceit and vindictive ploy.

To shatter a deathly heart, your emotional reward. Playful with them, agony’s toy.

But why such vile conspiracy…to what ends do you embark. What vile techniques you employ.

Dancing in the softest of macabres’ melodies.

Revelling in our unison of ever revolving step.

Always in tune with the dark whispers of the night…

An essence of life,

Accepted on the heels of the prurient.

Beyond Redemption’s entreaties,

Bound by our callous desire.

Cravings temporarily satiated,

Credence of your body.

Deliverance of your soul,

Diabolically you recieve me.

Union of the sacred and profane.

Submission in death, Eternity’s undying promise,

That is where my wintry embrace lays.

Ever expectant in savagery and solace,

Sanctified life is no comparison to my offering.

A tithe of; pleasure, pain, desire… ecstasy,

Accession to hearts softening.