A Marriage of Flesh and Air
A conjured creation in knots and bones
in a pounding of fragments, a rupture of stones
As in death we dance, we crawl through this
As in death we dance, we stumble amiss
Jilt and jitter to an ending of worlds
where our hearts will either break or bronze
Dervish twirling to horizons uncared
in dances ferocia anima downstared
Wingless and withered but raging alive
The dueling dischord just magnifies
The rhythms of rendering rhymes
with which we vengeful gods destroy the hive
Celebrate the marriage of flesh and air
Faceted eyes see all but none
Guided by the grasp of drones
A crawling chaos, follow the horde
Carry the void toward its throne
Throw away the anchors, the steadfast, the light
and tell of that which you see in the dark
A shared immersion in blood and cadence
A syncopic structure of stabbing sparks
Come dance in the flames of a world to reveal
Come dance in the fire of a world brought to heel
Whirling and weakened but wasted no more
This flame rekindles the embers of a once before
A cessation of life extinguished by a forging flood
A time anon, born from the ashes of brine and blood
Come dance in the flames of a world to reveal
Come dance in the fire of a world brought to heel
Ripping the fabric in strands tied to naught
To bear the raging worlds within
Through the ruined gasp that surrounds
a seething silence forced to whims,
the impulse of passion, impetus' charm
this is a vowel of encompassing harm
of cathartic deliverance through purging blaze,
through shedding the shells of this suffocate haze
Jilt and jitter to a beginning of worlds
where our hearts will either break or bronze