Metaphorical

Here the stench of great events 
and theresurrectionof my will 
where theater and feasts past mortal men 
and every wanton desire wentfulfilled, 
 
I sat as a demon upon the world 
like a horror of my genesis; 
singing as an angel upon the world 
striking terror into menaces 
 
where after Icommitted horrors 
too great in rotting worlds to discern, 
drunk on the verse of desire 
to conquer these tortured worms 
 
Here I satauspiciously fattened 
by the purses of the worst and wrong, 
where like a curse I grew decadent 
and the tastes of Hell grew strong 
 
Dusk descended like a final curtain 
of a setting sun and a bloodletting moon, 
espied gasping breath to love 
a rare orchid so fragile in bloom.

An Orchid in the Mist