An Ode to My Dying Bride

An ode to woe

My dying bride brings me, another time to the abyss
From a beautiful place, a cold distant Show
Nothing new but always superb

You bring to me another time to darkness
I had rediscovered briefly the light to felt another time in the deepest cavern
Sear me please to see The light at the end of the world.

I have never felt so cold like with Turn Loose the Swans
With the crown of sympathy, I govern my feelings
A Sea to suffer in was my desire

She is the dark, I know now
But not then in the Dreadful Hours
When my only hope was the Destroyer.

The seed of The Blue Lotus grow in my heart
Like at Catherine Blake’s one
My Wine in Silence I drunk another time

Moreover, I walk with them
Deeper Down
To live with The Wine, The Blood and The Roses.


Thank you for shows me the path of emotion, darkness and oblivion.
My Dying Bride
Because this is for you


Angel and the Dark River.