domingo, 10 de novembro de 2013

The Dark Shadows

The Dark Shadows

The Vampire scratches doors
protect the lights blind the lost sheep
the abyss of hell shows the right answers
collecting the blood of the immaculate

feel the mist stake
interrupting the shadow of darkness
the stream of blood to my teeth knife
I serve the agape Guardian

In Carpácia every man is free
eat the flesh of the black sheep
Your neck is the nest of the womb
where the blood is usually brown

My canine mature their young blood
her dress falling in prayer
tie your hair to Velvet Octopus
feeding the monster of my heart.

Arthur Nett

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