Melpomene (Draft).

her lune,
how precise and anticlastic
as if each horror you provoked
could somehow make me want you

unhappiness.

I sit at her bedroom window
an age where branches hung themselves Antigone.

“lucys draco” by rog leach.

Dreamscape under his influence
even the earth Trembles and quakes.

Lonesome.

[I]
fell and fast
first frost and finally coquelicot death.

Ambrosia.

A kaleidoscope in death
take me where the poet lays
for I should never see again
the final act; halcyon;

“The Birth of Tragedy in Her Arms” by Dionysius.

Silhouettes, pretty girls dancing with
Devils and elves joined hands with
Sentient sunflowers, bliss, bliss

You handsome devil.

you handsome devil,
there is a dream impregnated
to drunk poetry and death of consciousness
like the bare feet of winter

I Drift Further Among Away (Of Myself).

You fear the wind,
You fear the chance,
You fear plagues and of death;
Little auspicate, you’re winded, and drenched
By son of Ares and Aphrodite,
A little auspicate, therefore dreamt the worst;