Dinner with the Deviant

In the shadow of embers andrebellious sights my brothers stroll ravines in gargoyle-limed delights, syncing public whimpers at the call of my name as a cruel tongue at work amid my licking flame; seeming a bitter truth for hope felled by reason, swiftly in the rain that swallowed the season, growing cold that tentered my Libertine wish between the past with an obligatory eclipse, lighting a burning man in atonement's eyes of a kindred moonlight and the silver skies. Sibilant and alight with five-pointed stars in a snow white festival of our smiling scars, smitten in misfit decades of mislaid innocence beyond the fire-lit circle of life's pestilence; soothing our dreams within a delicate wall, embracing mistakes forward beyond and all and at last crawling with another lover's arms, dancing in a circus of my celestial charms. Grinning in winds of hate that grip the sun, stretching reclamation as its veil had come and vestal autumn spreads her golden thighs to the untethered ruins of my devious lies.