Livid opus

Beatless lips
Black and silky Tresses
Are snarled with sin

From old casket
In the pathway to hell
Enigmatic enliven
As her hands tear
Erotics sheets
From that cold coffin

Lunatic weeping
starts rising
From penumbra…
To byway,
And stirs
Round cold gravestones
Immortalizing desperate
Screaming from misery.

I wish I would have felt it.
I wish I had discovered
At that moment that
Frightful Revelation…