Arsenic Inn, Lake Ros - GothsylvaniaGender:
Poem: Field of Poppies
Twice upon ephemeral time,
Somewhere between Elysium and nevermore,
Where the soft blue grass caresses my feet,
It is there where I walk amongst the dreaming flowers.
Twice upon that ethereal space,
Somewhere between again and not,
Where the sweet gentle wind sings faery songs to my heart,
It is there where I dance to the wings of Nephilim.
Twice upon this world in worlds,
Somewhere ahead of the future and behind the past,
Where the bluest of butterflies prance just beyond my reach,
It is there where I found him...or, perhaps, he found me.
Twice upon that dreamless dream,
Somewhere here, there and nowhere at all,
Where the red wrinkled petals encompass hearts of black,
It is there where an angel embraced my lost, tired soul.
Just once upon that groundless Earth,
Somewhere that memories forget to remember,
Where the flames of his torch guided me at an invert,
It is there where his sword found and plunged through my spirit.
Once upon the realest plane,
Somewhere in the here and now,
Where the tears of mourning create rivers of sorrow,
It is there where a weary heart ceases to beat.
Somewhere upon the eventide,
Somewhere in the abyss of eternity,
Where we lie together in the tender arms of mercy,
It is there I found love in the sweet eyes of Death.
She is the guiding nocturnal light; She is the moon; She is the NightMother
Clarisianne Nekros- courtesy of Nephele
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Proprietor of "NightMother's Infernal Baked Goods and Creepy Catering" in Gothsylvania