A Kiss In The Charnel Fields

Kings stride through the golden Straw in ornate Raiment
Under human Plants with plenteous Fruits that pump Blood
From afar blurred Tales led them to where the Heart hangs
And Barks groan peculiar Tunes while Crowns adorn the Sand

Her Vessels smile blue as Emperors creep
In searing Woe that Ardour bears
Undressed by Passion they adore
Until arboreal Sculptures stay

Myriad Sovereigns weep within these Trees
Nourished on their Pain her Beauty flames
Attired in my royal Scarcloak (I walk through the Meadow)
I feel her pulsate and forever stay

She blushes as her Tissue brands my Lips
Zo fall in cardiac Fever
We love in Snow, embraced by chilly Dreams
As all Seasons freeze

Naked in the Charnel Fields
We seethed our Blood together
I lick the dank Red as the Heart
Beats Kisses in my open Hands