Ashamed.
Travelling yonder. If only to shed ink grief. For a
Beat
of my heart, my divine affliction. Thus a stream,
Fraught
with horns. I’m destined we perish, my forbidden
Love.
Wherefore my soul—singed aglow, mourning division.
But
oh such glorious affliction. To fall, alive in your deaths, unto
Panic
and salvation. But distance, despite amazement, a sword
Through
a spirit. With sin, a flinch of my soul, as radiant as
Flickering
flame. Whereby infliction, appears as righteous,
But
I dare do transgress. For struck with awe, my empyreal
Queen,
as divine as darkness. Valiant in my trespass, I
Crossed
unto mailing visions. Wherefore possessed, I confronted
Wisdom.
Thus, perdition, an ache of my soul, unto sulfur and
Flame.
But majesty, as vibrant as night, a torch of mercy.
Whereby
affliction, rapture of paradise, affection of rain.
