Luca Menin


When The Ravens Sing... - Poem by Luca Menin

When the ravens sing at the dark naked trees.
Where the princess of the night dresses in silky black sheets.
My soul sin.

Sacrificed by the nocturnal spheres of flames.
Hypnotized by offers of pleasures
Layers of light, breath, between her moaning legs, hot and wet
Like open wings of a swan swing at the blue moon.

Contemplating, the rise, of the devil course, upon the weak flesh.
So good that death, may be sweet in our tongue.
Swallow from a ruthless world.
That you may be, love no more.

Until the flash redeems, the souls.
That maybe no Gods temptations
And the afterlife, dead will never rise.

Burn away like flamed blind sky.
Sorrow eyes my hands shame, cover
Spirit and soul evaporate.
From my cast body.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 10, 2012


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