L.O.R.E. - Litany V

Deeply intertwined between the twinkling seagrass. 9 maidens of northern seas, razor blade waves lashing delicate flesh with ease. Guardians of salt jeweled crystalline jasper, wrap your foaming mouths over the glorious structures painted in gold. Eroded beauty that of royal highness. We scoff at the echoed bellowing of clipped angel wings. Oh the enchanted howls, how they sound of such poisonous bare bones. Seduce me no longer. Your floral breath of cursed verses, ignite the flower garden and may fumes paint the sky in chatoyant ambience. Great fires may you rage. Sweet earth may you never thirst. I speak to you through the rocking current of the oceans surface. The vibrating sound waves send lethal pleasuring messages like clinking bottles off at shore. Open the mind and what do you See? I see the sea. she terrifies me. I'm searching for home. The sea tells a hypnotizing trance of lies. My sweet porcelette, sinking ships feel your worries. Ambient echoes in the walls of where you used to inhabit. The vibrations are so sonic, they bleed of you, then drip to dust. Covered in ash, I am nothing ever. Time traveler of nowhere substantial ever. A death only as beautiful as performance art. I drift weightlessly towards Night stars, i am a burial shroud of funeral noir. I am a wound. I am wounded. A wound in the void where Planets emerge in my lunar hearted chamber choir. Gravity knows no boundaries. May I sink into the infinite of astrological phenomenon where space and Oceanic storms are born. Curse me nocturnal spell, send the weakened down to hell where once she stood dethroned and fell.