Birth Day March

Birth Day March

The black eyed maid grasped hope in the middle of the abyss
Dressed in moonlight that golden starry night of bliss
Kingdoms fled and chaos spread in her wings
For all the ghosts of the past have finally gone amiss
Honesty belonged to her wicked senses of tenderness
And all the passions within her roared and heaved in her caress
Oceans of phantoms shipwrecked in her dreams for years
Blasting the walls of flesh, for pleasure was her wish
Parting hid in its inevitability of a secret mournful kiss
For lovers fear to live the grand passions of the East!


For this day the ass angel opened the doors of heaven
To let light in, like myriad times before the witchdoctors closed the lanterns
The magnanimity of her microcosm shuddered in the oceans of hope
For drowning sparkled more feasible within her bones
Sizzling narrow-mind labyrinths have tortured her since she was a babe
A sea of tears showed her nothing but hollow roads and the mask of the cruel Fate
‘Twas time to sequester the old tales of eternity and hope
For evil had disguised itself to her in forms of promised love
The better was yet unknown to her ineffable fantasies
Yet the blooming drew nearer with her marching birth days!