Ethereal Visions Part II

<br>A winding path in a quiet and cold storm.<br>It ascents higher and higher to an abyssal summit,<br>Abrupt ravines where sink the grounded souls,<br>The spirits tortured by the fire, the blood, the desire,<br>The dishannonic and intoxicating music of the impious cries,<br>The chorus of a dark etemal church,<br>The love which dies in a nauseous rale,<br>Vomiting her last sweetness in a melodic and proud crescendo,<br>Led through the transparent and fantastic colours,<br><br>The priest hears his last prayer<br>under the broken vault of this stonework which vibrates into<br>What it Is Not And Will Soon No More BE,<br>Insufflating him its dying fluid<br>which curdles under the rhythm of the requiem.<br>The piercing screams are at the apogee,<br>The fusion of the universe implodes under the pressure of the tears,<br>The howls are near,<br>I feel her breath beneath the trees,<br>And let me lay on the damp grey grass,<br>Her perfume is sinking into and I indulge