The Supplicant... Poem by RK

Split the phantom from my sleeps,
Passing through shades of Godless slums;
Since mine is wraith without his wrath,
Waiting for promised days to come;
Yet I shall raise my blazing fists,
Thumping through hells' and heavens' swamps,
To offer you Altar of Hearts -
Vow to you of endless sanctum...

Stab the shadow of my ghost,
Walking through beams of dimming noon;
Since mine’s eclipse of solar core -
Dead, shattered ‘fore your life too soon;
Yet I shall rupture twilight warps
Stalking to merge with waning moon,
To offer you Haven of Stars -
Dance with me till fades nightly tune...

Nosh the flesh of my demon,
Roaming through tombs of growing bones;
Since mine is shot in void of graves
With dead virgins on dusted stones;
Yet I shall wrestle with angels,
Strangle each till ultimate groan,
To offer you Hearth of Vesta -
Blast me out where you are enthroned...

Chop the skull of my angel,
Flying through dark abysmal pits;
Since mine is undead corpse of fate,
Twisted and forged by Satan’s wit;
Yet I shall swaddle out from hell
And carve a shrine where you befit,
To offer you Goddess' Halo -
Care less even Gods don't permit...

Hunt the trip of my dead Gods,
Creeping through stench of damping myth;
Since mine is gloomy glimpse of doom
Where witches greet with lustrous pith;
Yet I shall clasp my lethal bolts
Till all the viles fall far beneath,
To offer you Palace of Zeus -
Place you above, beyond zenith...

Dig the last of my mortal,
Scorching through first of swooning dawn;
Since mine is thirst for dust and myrrh
Where wolves play howls with serpents’ spawn;
Yet I shall chant your holy scripts
'Neath willows till my final yawn,
To offer you Pyre of Phoenix -
Blow me to death, I’ll be reborn...