exordium: <br />H.P. Lovecraft’s heretic pride. <br />She is suffering, <br />a girl disappearing into the thorns <br />woven into crowns. <br />Her roses are bloody like the moon. <br />In cults of crucifixion, <br />marble lions roar amid the falling snow. <br />Indelible sin, taints of innocence, <br />her curse is your love song. <br />terminus.<br /><br />Paige Nielsen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blasphemer/
