First thy Tempest impaled thine body <br />And sliced thy most angry brow <br />Shard's of glass created blown crystal <br />And Bitter Winds chastise each vow <br /> <br />Unprincipled Deciple of Circumstance <br />Purveryor of Broken Bleak Dreams <br />Covetous by the legion's of Prodigal's <br />Denatured are thy slicing of screams <br /> <br />Enabler of thy diabolical <br />Cutting curt and obscene <br />Crusified and nailed bleeding <br />In realms that only thine deem <br /> <br />Proclaimer of all that 'tis decadent <br />Where Weeping Willows faintly grow <br />Your Tempest 'tis thy Shadow forever <br />Where they river Styx eternal doth flows <br /> <br />Remembering always <br />Especially now at Easter <br />The darker other side <br />That plays way too big <br />A part in the World<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-darkness-grows/
