Für Milly
Beneath the ravaged moon
We speak and we swoon
And spill blood
Not an hour too soon
.
When morning sun rapes dawn
And day’s illusion drapes her gown
We rip and we brood
Like the smile of a tortured clown
.
My beloved, come thee hither
Partake of lavender’s heather
Behold Satan’s brood
Rip the fetid whelp asunder
.
Drink to your death
With every dying breath
Where once you stood
There shall rise a new birth
.
Life, it’s but a passage
A father, but a faded vestige
Don thee thy prayer’s hood
And in sacrament thy fears assuage
.
Flesh is not the sinew of thy love
Sublime indeed is the raven dove
When this you have understood
Grace will adorn you from below and from above
.
A child is father to the man
The man is bound to his son
On a cross fashioned from Ash wood
Is emblazoned the risen Sun
.
So break bread and be free
Drink my blood, don’t you see?
There’s neither bad, nor is there good
Only my reflection on a placid crimson sea
-Iliad Alexander Terra
