starlet in the golden dawn


stalwart in the golden dawn
	i am but not to linger;
the starlet pale, her lips upon
	thy dainty puppet-stringer;

query thee at best to delve
	a spirit soiled black;
for shadows once beneath my feet
	hath scaled up her back.

this spine unbroken be the cause
	i fancy to think not;
a sinner’s tongue between the jaws
	might dwindle love to sot;

dreams do convalesce the night
	to stitch the darkness through;
betwixt their seams a dormant light
	may wander in the gloom.

despite this ephemeral life
	we suffer as forever;
and each we plague the other’s heart
	in agony together;

thick blood drops, like candlewax
	defense the fingernail;
her venom claw within my back
	hath rendered me most frail.




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