The Harvest And Salvation
One seed will be sawn
You will reap the harvest of times
At a halt and in wait for dawn
Caressed by the sweetest of hands
The skyline so empty
Left immaculate imprints in me
No vacant shelter offered
I bathe beneath the lowering sky
I sealed her kiss deep in my chambers
With the matters at hand
The venom, the vile
I wrap it up nicely for some day to use it
She spoke to me, only to break the rhyme
Words marked in stone
I am the impossibility
The end of your mortality
I am the love to bear
The cross upon your shoulders
I am the blood and chalice
The smile of malice
I am chastity
Salvation in its appearance
But also your innermost atrocity