A Valsa Dos Corvos

from A Waltz for Apophenia by A Dream of Poe

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“May we keep our treasure
And all its glorious shine?
It’s our single life’s pleasure
To build an empire to brag and whine.”

Here I am, my puerile fools
I came back from the abyss, unborn.
Why do you still linger
Like effigies of the past?

Children of sand,
Saturn’s by the corner
Giving the highest command -
An eulogy of disorder.

“Lambs, gaze the sky.
I come to cleanse and beatify.
I come to deface and nullify
The uncontrollable urges of your skin.”

“You are forgiven in my solemn eyes.
Burnt flesh tastes all the same.
Screams and dreams, all consumed by my flame.
Your world is mine to reclaim.”

Dance by the sound of my scorn -
A song for all of you I revile.
False prophets, gladly blind,
Your heads all laid in a wondrous pile.

“Freedom is overrated, and again
We fall by the waltz of crows.”

May you keep your treasure,
And all its glorious shine.
May you drown in your pleasure,
A reverie of craving and wine.

Your nooses are made of silver,
Eternally strangling your vanity.
In the last moment,
That ephemeral shiver of humanity.

“Glamorous in our pitiful glen
We go down dancing with our familiar woes,
Hearing the sound of our own lies;
Still feasting in a frenzy of folly and disgust.”

Nature decays it all.
It cares not for the origin of the fire.
Your remains shall be forgotten,
In the final abyss, the Destroyer’s empire.

“We crave everything.
We need everything.
We scoff at the burning.
We take over the past.
We dance until it lasts.
Corrupted is our mind.
Vain, prideful and blind,
And we take everything.”

Disdain for life´s grace
Still falls from your lifeless face.
Quit the night and seek the day.
Why couldn’t you change your way,
For the knowledge I did convey?

“Light is not for us“, they said
While burning in the valley of the dead
Still searching for gold as their bread.
Lavishing Plato’s cave with no hope ahead,
These are the true ghouls I dread.

The crows shall feast on your flesh,
And guide you to the emptiness you craved.
This new world is not for you.
“Let it come, let it be done, there’s no undo.
We are the intoxicated blood of this land.”

“Come now, pray to me.
Come and embrace me.
Come and feed me.”

“Come now, remember me.
I’ve called you, sensually.
Come now, feed me.”

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from A Waltz for Apophenia, released December 5, 2016

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