tenasuri

“I never thought that angels
Had detachable wings;
Yet I swear by all means
And all the heavens above
That you are an Angel for sure
-Other, wise I’m not
And angels exist no more.”

“And thou think that I’m not fair!
- Though being the fairest maid
By all means Justice is lost:
From all God’s Creations lot
Unfair Beauty’s gift is most.

And thou say that dead I’m not!
But thine red lips sorcery got:
At the slightest sweet command
Of your dear satanic touch
Corpses dance in the cemetery
And quite your eyes are a scenery
Only seen in Angels ‘bove

So dead I must be alright
Or in such a fragile state
That betray myself I may
And reality distort
Whilst my frantic words they fray
But my muse refuse I not!!”