The Black Serpent

The Black Serpent

The dead constellation, destined for the
downfall
uncovers the allmighty winnows
that lie in icy grave,
exiled by the light

The rock that's stiffened in itself
follows the nocturnal cry
of the doomed angel
and gives birth to the black serpent
in the shoot of the cleansing decay

The whore with the poisoned eyes
that are lit by dark moonlight
is like chaste blasphemy
in the middle of a deepblack lake

Only when stone chains, born in the shrine made
of bone,
lift up the stream of my animalistic duality to
the source
of the dark power

It will be the password
that you forgot
like the chair
that has been missing for some time