Contemptual Pleads

There burns a rage within thine heart,
A fiery malice tearing thy soul apart…
A rage so red beneath eyes so bright,
There burns a rage of terrible blight.

The darkness, it encircles us, fading our light quickly to dusk…
It pains me to see such an end,
Though I fear that such an evil shan't for us bend.
Mine rapture upon thee must break, and thy heart…'tis me whom it must forsake,
Such a malevolence boiling within thee,
And so finally unto me shalt thee force thy bree*,
Come now my sweet, and incur upon me thy darkest feat!

Ah, such a mournful hate, provok'd by all,
All of me…
Find fast thy dreams, for they shalt soon be mine to maul…
Now thou art mine to free,

Thy malice bringeth me the joy of sovereignty,
So join me in my convalescence from thee,
Join me in the refurnishing of mine glee…

For she I wouldst press mine soul,
Deep into the darkest hole…
And to her thou hast given me,
So fly on and away, my sweet,
Though remember always, thou art now mine to free.

Pray thee, thou art content,
Content with thy uprisal* of this world's contempt,
For I pray thou doth see, without thy restraint I am free,
And without thy restraint the world before me shalt fall to its knee!


*Contemptual-enraged or hate-filled
*bree-wrath; profound hatred
*uprisal-birth; premier uprising