Stench of flesh and burning disappointment
As I rip her body from futility’s thade
Her continued stagnation I counted as efface
To the very crux of my predilection
This beautiful agony a la ante mortem
Desperation so sweet before dormition
To will once at variance avaunt thee now
My dominion my volition to me you’ll bow
Seeding generations of prepotency it shall
Ss mystagogues and iron rulers make vow
Chthonic knowledge against cosmocracy
A contra mundum this world yet to see
Recollections of her trancing bayla
Within the mists of gael’s anamnesis
Foretold of now beheld my jeremiad
Today this mantic prose hath itself begun