Gospel of the Dark

Ophelia of the light crusades 
There was a buried Kingdom of grief 
In the silent arteries of cities 
The travesty! 
I beheld in dazzlement 
That Gospel of the Dark 
Lying in wait like a lamb in the Wolf’s jaws
And I panicked
I Spent an Eternity in Exile  
Incarnating shadows 
Me as a Sacrifice of the Summer Stars 
Those dark descendants! Disfiguring light!
Yes I was Smoking in the Silver Nights 
Like a sacrificial violet
shrinking in the midnights violence
Angel wings wringing at my neck 
I wouldn’t forget
Madonna of the zenith midnights 
In the ravines 
The Ravishing by Night 
without reason, yes I died in silvered twilights 
We were in the Temples of forgotten gods  
I witnessed the dissolving winds 
Beat me at vanishing
Madonna like a vigil for the whisper of hills 
It killed me to think of the lives I wasn’t living
Like I was a vanishing
Of the wilderness 
Madonna of those good mists 
And I witnessed 
Like a jewel of Eternity 
Madonna of golden dawns 
Desire had me quaking 
And I was gone—
I was gone 
The epiphany
I Wanted God to finish me 
I witnessed the dissolving winds  
Ophelia of the light crusades 
I made a vigil for the hills 
Madonna of What I Witnessed 
It was killing me 
In a Gospel of Eternity
as if the dark things had heard of me
dreaming of that place where you cannot disturb me