Absinthe Pt 2: Decadence Poem by R K Summers

Scattered among ashes the withering rose,
Alone on the battlefield, a greying breeze blows,
The theatre of wonder rendered unknown,
And a keeper of keys to a secretive soul,
Falling from rooftops, a cathedral bell sounds,
Chiming a heartache while a poet’s soul drowns,
Piano symphony strikes the wrong notes,
Across the glass waters the frail Gardenia floats,
A fist around heartbreak, a rope around love,
Ignoring the lament of a broken silver dove,
To trespass the sunlight the rage of the damned,
Disease strikes elves as a burning cold brand,
The twisting of vines around tearful willows,
Beckons the innocent while dark fantasy grows,
Manderly’s garden of ruin and red nightfall,
Beyond the veil, the sequels enthral,
The enchanter takes love from the heart he possesses,
Tangled like autumn soon the tongue he confesses,
Light pours forth upon blinded stinging eyes,
As a raven leaves winter; weeping, she flies,
The lamb beloved of a sanguinary beast,
Entreating the daylight towards the distant east,
The faint remembrance, the boundaries of hate,
Calls to another through the sisters of Fate,
The carrion carcass of a swan on the track,
And the felling of Selene from the lupine attack,
Souls of the unborn bred from the stone,
A lonely angel in a dark Eden overgrown,
Deep underground a demon sings his choir,
Requiem for a dragon, the ever-faithful liar,
Razing the gate to the radiant meadow field,
A harem girl unveiling a sword and a shield,
As the forsaken enchantress from the sky watches all,
The crucible of deception, a cold September call,
Valkyries ignite dawn and murder the skeletal dock,
And the resurrected carpenter freezes the timeless clock,
Betrayed by children and pierced by the light,
The devils re-awaken to the everlasting night,
The hunter in the sky tracks the stag to the bonfire,
As Ishtar and her envoy tease the ghost of desire,
A spirit in the mist brings owners of shame,
While the memory of ring bearers set rubies aflame,
Treacherous Hydra flickers the tendrils of fear,
In Gethsemane an angel caresses the tear,
Disciple of dread, the shivering blaze,
Calms ragged thunder with blue moonlight rays,
Dark beauty of snowstorms, a stygian wraith,
As a cold winter lily becomes a symbol of faith.