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.