The Crux

A dreary laugh;
The white flag-
Surrender.

Blood drops
Ebb-
Embrace.

Yet my darling,
I shall smile-
Accept.

Another face
Drowning-
Doomed.

For snow white petals do not sustain-
The era of black fumes:

Yet my sweetheart,
I shall guard
the whisper

A slow death in your arms
I see the comig time
The screams of desire
Thirst.

Yet my dearest,
I shall invite:
beastly hunger
Our bodies,
become one.

At the crux of light
Impaling darkness;
Applauding thunder-
smirks.

For snow white petals did sustain-
The era of black fumes:

Yet my love,
I shall fall
Into cannibalistic eyes
And touch the root of truth-
Your soul.