A Night Owl’s Kiss

Lets peer into the hideous, marauding, discord of my feeble, and wrechted mind
As a prelude towards a sinister gesture
An invitation that beckons the enchanting dance of a dark waltz
For beauty plagues a charming volvere
Although it also, seems to taint the realms of my nocturnal dreams
Which in lies scarlet petals that were scarified to the forgotten
And evermore to the emerald irises of the woman that I could have loved
Much like the broken beacon bound by my devotion that is forsaken, but beside it
A night owl stares infectiously within the grips of my slumber
A creature who had no fear towards a ghostly raven
Whom of which cried of an echoing terror, haunting with the words of  “never more”

Subsequently so is this vangaurding vagabond…. yet,

Fibonacci Fibonacci rings admist my ears

Manifasting itself in all as the gold means to our fading existence
Thus are these ratios of doubt, for I too have lost my muse and my purpose to live
Therefore upon the wake of this earth
And through the sudden pauses that mar the delicate universe
I await  peacefully for the reaper to share a dance with me
Hereinafter, In view my downfall with this thorn
To what is life without the gaze of wonder, furthermore what is inspiration
Hence let the red rose bloom without petals born befitting sacrilege

Nevertheless, as time become that of grim’s together in time will stand

As I flirt with lady death upon this eradicating ballroom floor
Her kiss will seal my fate
One that I welcome because she is my true love…

The forbidden apple that hangs at the door of my oblivion
I will step with her in circles for the ritual that lifts the spirit from the body
And with bliss will I lose what it means to be a mortal man
Thusly by the virtues of a night owl’s kiss do I relinquish my soul

~ Paradise’s Poet ~