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| { C o i l s o f A m b r o s i a } |
| The burning tree of mercury |
| Violet-grey and coldly fey |
| A whore of Morpheus, gnarled and labyrinthine |
| And resonate their fiery requiems |
| Her roots entwined deep and serpentine |
| In the desert of lucid dreams; |
| Flourishes with exquisite desperation. |
| In morning light of her reincarnation, she shimmers with silver blossoms. |
| The ebony dragons perch in her twisting fingers |
| of voodoo and melancholia. |
| When she is ripe |
| she bares her womb |
| And her fruit is left to waste. |
| The vultures swarm like a plague, a heresy unfolds like a wilting rose |
| In summer she is shaded with needles and rain clouds |
| The monsoon drowns her thirst for love |
| And all is lush with sins and soot. |
| The equinox doth crack her skin |
| She wilts and sleeps in Demeter's arms |
| And now that autumn doth begin |
| Until winter executes the cold alarms. |