Death By Gypsy Violin - Prometheus Burning
Death by gypsy violin
Will push you out then pull you in
Requiem for a burning pyre
Raising twilight ashen choir
Up beyond that frozen place
Up beyond all time and space
No hungry knife shall clip thy wing
No wild wasp shall fires sting
Thus, these thoughts did prod and pry
His love, he knew, could crack the sky
I foresaw, thought he, my final breath
Sweet violin please bring me death
I’ve seen the ever-dark decline
Such demoniac serpentine
Kill machine ever engage
The human mind trapped in a cage
From clay I raised your mold to light
With flame forlorn I gave you sight
Then bound in chains I lay to waste
His awful bird, my flesh, did taste
A torment wrapped in blood and coal
This chiaroscuro clutched my soul
For crimes against the Monarchy
Are paid in penal infamy
A pariah to both god and man
Ember death be still my fan
Sweet apathy my humbled muse
Alights upon my unlit fuse
No lower could my curtain swing
No water could my desert bring
Twisting on the edge of sin
It was then I heard the violin
Softer that the art of war
More complex than Pandora’s door
Suspended primal conscious feast
Betray the dove, forgive the beast
For there within the ash and smoke
The garden’s eye, lovers evoke
Eternal vows through string and bow
Upon my swollen mind did sow
Suspended fragments anime
Shifting centers disarray
My blood did burn beauty sublime
Oh, noble human paradigm
With shackled limb and violent stare
He screamed into the midnight air
“Tonight, the sparrow slays the beast
Immortal rage ever released”
Then bathed in calm his form did still
No more vexation held his will
Though chained was he to terra firm
Prometheus would ever burn
The speed of light and the speed of dark
Move along an unseen arc
Converging in the palm of time
So does our light and dark entwine
Spinning death and life embrace
Like fox and hound they dart and chase
Till neither can be pulled apart
Chaos is such a perfect art
Primal pulse under bloodless sun
The feral gods have come undone
Frenzied Bacchus shakes his mane
Spilling worship pre-ordained
Resurrection queen divine
Of Ariadne star sublime
Her lovely art on canvas night
With broken wings unfolding bright
Through woven shadowed garden gate
The ancient souls of lovers wait
To purify their anarchy
To sanctify their sacred sea
Soft illusions dance upon
These echoes of a falling song
Sweet appetite conceived within
Death by gypsy violin
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