I wrote this about a year ago. I still can't decide whether or not I like it. I know (bad?) poetry doesn't draw a crowd, so feel free to skip over it. Really, I won't mind.
LIBER DCXVI
A gasp for air, a shallow breath
Bloody thoughts concealed by speech
Strands of ebony bound ‘round my neck
The gnashing teeth may grind for weeks
Hell’s foundation (like the heart of man) lies
With infidelity the farmer sows his seed
Watered with the virtue of tears and blood
Love is reason most deceived
The Morningstar is chaste and fair
So I sucked the honey, gold and sweet
And sweeter still my anima core
Encased within this cage of meat
Now Pope-rocked and treason blessed
The herd is called as cock crows twice
The bloody chalice magistrate
Absolves none, but denies thrice
My blackest sins bring a rosy blush
An infernal pact gone most awry
The snarling faces are quick to judge
Secret envy for the one who complies!
A Restless Charon scans the coast
It has been said, “None ride for free”
Upon the poisoned banks of Acheron
None have the strength to conquer He
Whilst in Heaven the praise may never cease
On arid rocks we do happily sprawl
And here, like the sloth, change comes slow
If it ever change does come at all
So men and women of the flesh
Who taste of sin – know this is true
The King of Kings left long ago
But the Devil is still there for you
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