The Moor - Canto II

I. We would endeavour the streets to meet another in vain, lurking the midnight's inertia in erotic and carnal game, prowling the night in temptation of her vulvic revelry on that fatal evening when we fled others company; V. her seduction haunting my soul in beautiful despair, snuffing her perfumed scent with essences we shared: "In drunken splendour, my lady lay down thy florid cheek, tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep; IX. fear not our fates in our star-crossed breath, we shall elude them, and thus, we shall cheat death" - - my promises wrought through despondence that night with weak midnight hope of love in our sight XIII. but as music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves, we awaited the sun to set as the mists steal in with ease, wind bickering through the forest's magenta mill sails as the sun descended and mist distorted light in vales XVII. where we made love together on the thickets of trees when my dear love spoke her eternal soul to me - - "I am as dusk comes to ravish the light, steal me from their stares as I take us into night; XXI. I will answer thy prayers and be thy loyal wife if thou wouldst drink of my essence and my life." Men of God sought to pervert poets of my name all for voices of penumbral town's people and their claims XXV. that echoes breath to feed the thunder of a storm to force my love and I to flee in the coming dawn in a bittersweet fall alike the leaves of deciduousness before my own eyes to echo my heart bloodless XXIX. for in the twilight the law of the land had came to make our exile a cruel exotic plague, jailed in shame that my love's womb was where my bloodline was sewn, marking my body's rent under a cool marble stone; XXXIII. death and a star-crossed destiny undaunted me in court as I knelt, cursed with the sin that I had wrought, wearing my death mask with heretic upon my name with a cold caress from God's hands taking me in chains. XXXVII. My cell keepers' faces chuckled together at my demise, searing my flesh with ambers before my own eyes, beating me to screaming agony 'till the day of my fate for my tears bled sweeter than when I was to eviscerate, XLI. but the dawn of my execution day came like pestilent hiss, with a blade I ruptured my keepers' flesh with orifices, free of my chains, tearing their flesh in a bloody haze after fire claimed mine, taking control in perfect rage; XLV. ripping these bitter bastards who had beaten me blue, cutting out austere cunts' limbs, their spilling through, turning all to death blew my hand of cards as my keepers' bodies lay in brute vermilion parts. XLIX. When I was free of my chains and my heart thumped loud eluding with my love was again in focus under fastening clouds, escaping between came the light of a new moon as lightning struck my legs to bring upon my love's doom: LIV. she was in my eyes, laying in a tomb with the stars in her hair, sweet blood drove from her neck where flesh parted there - - "come back! take away my mournful screams! for we were born to love, so why must death stand between?" LIX. She was a scarlet portrait in a torn silk dress with long dark hair, I knew her lost and wept 'till my cries turned into prayer, she bled on me as I held her with my eyelids closed when I swore to slaughter all who took my reddest rose. LXIV My tears sweat fever with my child in her womb, swifting the season's unease with the crafters of our doom, crowled in immense grief was my hand of cards unfurled, my tears now fell in hatred for a decadent world; LXIX. running through ravines, wearing my misery behind a veil in the set of a bitter tragedy, my love's liberty had failed. I was outcast by dogmas - banished from where I was born, fleeing in the pouring rain, and from all I knew, I was gone.