Subdued Elegy

Gothic grease under my sight
Kept flickering into silent madness
Saddened by the half-enthusiastic grin of light
Murky silhouettes bewitched by the night-sky head
Swinging to the soft, fresh, rhythmic bright

None to atone the husky death of the silky winter breeze
Racing the forests over misty trees
Gravitated by the behest and call to squeeze
Light out of everything, and to displease
The aphrodisiac intensities into an unbinding sleaze

Attenuated by the disguised, yet spiked chains of mockery
Gyrating my body into a paralyzed deathbed
Of reverberating contractions and motionless history
Whirling through my head in a rapid torrent
Reminiscing the clichés of a vivid allegory

To the winds that blew the righteous ways:
“Gather yourselves inasmuch as you need it be,
And be as impure as rainy days,
So that collectively, you can assure revenge
To the chains that scheme the schism case.”

With that being enough as to be whispered loudly
May the divinity sought be with me indeed
As I saunter the chasms of hell-like mortality
And may everyone bear witness to the justice inflicted
To the fallen seraphim who was wing-ripped hurtfully