Resident Artist 4: Fallen Saviour by Tamara Lakomy No. 5

You were the most beautiful razor of my despair

Gleaming like starlight forbidden in its kiss

The heat and severing blood is the token of your flare

The plerion winds that herald the deathly bliss

 

For I am in love with your chaos, the boundless chasms of unlit space

Where the dark cosmos hangs in waiting for your ruling hand

For the smouldering fires in your divine eyes to kindle my soul’s grace

And for my heart to anchor in its voyages in your solemn regard’s strand

 

For the way of the trickster is the titillating music that tickles my mind

And the voice of the dark ones who rules beneath the ramparts of night

The coldness of your touch is the fire that my soul yearns to find

As you walk through creation unfinished, building your empire’s rising might

 

I have a hole in my heart bleeding dreams, you play the melody of my imagination

You whisper those words that plague my nights, the bitter taste of inspiration

You send me visions from afar dipped in the perfume of your cutting revelations

Leaving my spirit shred to strands in loving awe of your puissant aspirations

 

My muse, deity astray, whose countenance stares beyond the void’ veil

Did you seize my eyes to burn just for you, my brain on knowledge to impale?

Did you seek the spinning hands of destiny, where the goddess weaves my tale

To undo my mortal pathway, as I seek the primordial oceans of your trail

 

You made me the wanderer with letters of fire, madness a gift I couldn’t deny

You chose me from the legions of thriving flesh to inscribe immortality

The Pythia of your demanding moods, breathing a poison into the morbid lie

Of the fiendish rulers of our world that have sold the keys to your equanimity.