Grave poetry

For thou my heart is dark
Forbidden dreams of pagan dance
Before the standing stones
Reveal the ritual of trance

For thou my heart is lure
Enticing pearls of moonlight
Before the infernal swine
Thrill, kill the sinful rite

For thou my heart is strong
Cradle cry and grave mourn
Before the anguished reflection
Reality to all is born

© 2012 Varja Linnea Askeland all rights reserved

När jag skrev denna dikten lyssnade jag på, och blev inspirerad av:
“Summer dying fast” av Cradle of Filth, från albumet Midnight in the Labyrinth.

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