A GHOUL'S CURSE

The ghoul king mounts his throne of asps

And booms a curse to rend poor doves.

His troops pound steeds; their lava eyes flare

nine red manes haul wan hearts from bliss

iron binds gored bones to fangs and spikes.

As chains whip fire light weeps steel grey

a pious word soars; the wraith skulls jeer

their nails belch fumes; God's work is dross.

GARDEN OF MAGIC

A holy dart sears the nymph queen's brow

Trance wings its kiss; light gilds her womb

to bear Christ's root of grace for souls.

An angel babe soars; crowns drift in air

and seal His reign that mystic birds crave.

As magic woods twirl a cherub host plays

Three old priests bless their Lord with chants

Glass fonts brim scent; buds form high robes.

SACRED FLAME

As devils howl spells blades gore the moon

Claws seize her gems of opal and pearl.

A white tower quakes; its gold domes smash

the grand sage rots in acid blood seas.

His noble brow streams rose light and oil

horns blare on peaks where fire birds nest.

That prince of flames smites earth with love

an ochre pit roars; beasts plunge to doom.

Blue eagles fan mist on the lord's bones

A pure heart soars; grace bids death flee.

REFLECTIONS ON VERMILLION

The ruby lord prays by thrones of old

and calls their powers to rest on man.

A jet case parts; his sceptre blasts realms

his regal chest bears a vivid red rose.

It strews blood mist; the sick moon beams

she sears grey troops who stab her grace.

In rent, jade woods a holly shrub winks

As waves hurl ships that guard God's fleece.

ENCHANTER OF HEARTS

The night lord robes a dryad in trance

He sways her soul with hymns and lauds

to seek his isle where love hones crowns.

As pink stars twirl they spin lace trains

the sun priest seals vows willed by light.

But tree maids sail to realms of grief

and bathe their heads in pure gilt tears.

The fell moon glares and scorns raw pleas

to loose God's prize he ripped with guile.

His white cape melts; a green skull roars

ire stabs black waves; ten sea fiends rise

Their tails rend wood; souls plunge and rot.

THE MYSTIC TREES

A gold bat glides to realms of sylphs

He veils dark arts in gems and bliss.

The fairy maids bow; they chant his spells

fire rends God's wood; bones choke fair gifts.

A putrid haze coils; fiends jeer at pangs

as mystic trees writhe their veins gush sap.

It bathes rock fields so poppies may bloom

rose light beams hope for souls once cursed

and magic shrubs waltz to songs of love.

A DIVINE GUEST SMILES

The star maid glides to earth's high thrones

and seeks a lord when halos kiss hearts.

Her smile parts clouds as visions beam grace

the worthy king flees for mystic love calls

and bids him yield his realm of power.

That prized lamp wails; blood dyes her rays

Sun weaves gold lint to heal God's gift

A black fog shrouds the land of shame.

A HUMMINGBIRD WEDDING

As julias gild woods; pink roses strew gowns

the spiders drape paths with silver and lace.

Wings twang moist air; a magic song thrums

two svelte beaks seal their pledge of love.

God's birth star whirls; it wreathes the blest

a friar saint kneels; his cross brims gifts.

Those lofty birds hush; the holy queen chants

a dozing sun beams her rubies and jade

that grey silk groom dons robes of lords.

TO THE GLORY OF MYSTERY

God fires His thorns; an angel palm bleeds

and rains gold oil on earth's grey shores.

The pure hosts drift in robes of flesh

to rest with man when doubt chars grace.

Their mystic words kiss hearts signed by truth

the mortal mask peels as mauve gauze parts.

Love beams its gaze; a hush drapes skies

Wings hone new gems from lakes of tears.

LA PRINCIPESSA PERDUTA (THE LOST PRINCESS)

The halo king weaves a cape of spells

to wrap his bride in mist and gales

that hurl the maid on lands once fair.

As vast pits heave they fire hot slime

the elf pours blood and prays for grace.

A voice chants hymns; it clots her fear

she seeks her Love but nine heads rise.

Their fumes rip lungs; crows tear at flesh

The vile king cheers his shift of form.

GIFT OF THE KINGDOM

A mystic power wills its silver heart gift

to kiss the earth with rubies and fire.

Song floats on rays; souls bathe in bliss

the stars pierce brows; seeds blast dark minds

whose gelid fonts sigh as deep swoon fails.

Worlds cease to roar; love twangs and spins

it paints glad hues where dead wicks rot

smog flees the war when hope rends fangs.

MYSTICAL UNION

A lilac gauze robes skies flecked with gilt

as angel wings part the swirls of wool.

Pink sun hones pearls and sprays red gems

a white cross weeps; jewels fuse in crowns.

The seraph glides worlds to seek his queen

his breath rains bliss; grace swathes a heart.

He crowns God's prize; her lowly form melts

Love signs her eyes so mystic life buds.

STELLA MARIS (STAR OF THE SEA)

The sky ghoul booms and gores a star

His sword clouds mock as halo maids flee.

Waves boil to dross; hills writhe in shards

a toxic eyes whirls; moon glory is mauled.

But ochre lakes chime where blue steeds rest

and peace birds drape a foal with light.

The young prince hails his court of love

chants fool black darts to rend their foe

That holy foal weeps; his star glides high.

TO VISIONS AND SPELLS

A fairy tribe glides past silver night robes

trance drapes the moon; wings bow to caress

skies tipped with jade and mystic veiled coves.

As tangos twirl gowns the merry sea jives

its magic depths bear a host of blooms.

Their purple cloaks part for pearls to spray

an angel choir soars and breathes our pangs

Their aloe crowns rain; welts of shame die.

A SILVAN KISS

A red shade prowls by gates of gilt

he whips his cape and lava boils air.

Hope flails in shreds; the white maid sighs

her grey horse pounds as briar shoots darts.

She chants old hymns; a chalice brims light

and bathes her head with sweet mauve springs.

The mortal curse cracks for grace to blaze

a holy seed bursts in her chaste womb

the signed babe prays; an opal rose gleams.

A LAMB'S GIFT

A dark Lord roars and hauls the sun

to his dead isle where moans rip love.

Tides of gore surge as six fiends rise

tails hurl tar rocks that spew green gas

song rasps in throes; all coral rays fade.

A horn blasts “Woe! O haste great lamb!”

His sweet lance wings; three ruby nails blaze

His holy tree blooms; the blind sun winks.

THE STAR RINGS

The fire snake lisps a pure dove's verse

He melts high rings; ghouls blitz nymph realms.

A holy tree roars; its noble wood rends

orcs grind slave bones and gnaw stewed flesh

trolls pulp swan glades with steel clad feet.

In lilac gilt caves Queen Zida prays veiled

the soot morn gasps to see dew waltz.

Globes kiss dead brooks; a river bud wakes

gales hush their moans as pink mist swirls.

An angel of God unfurls her blue train

and calls nine stars to craft lost gems

that swell mute lakes so foul beasts drown.

MOONFLOWER MAGIC

A dryad maid glides to havens of elves

and hails the lord who guards blest crowns

that seal her reign with Bezin high faun.

A witch elf glares; her heart shoots bolts

fair Litze weeps blood; flesh grows iron spikes.

The ochre shrub stirs as Bezin chants psalms

its bulbs puff spores; they rot his lungs

the earth dons robes of ash and tar.

Dusk lays her cape; a pearl bud smiles

cursed souls rise free to wed in light.

PRINCESS ZEVA

The dark trees hiss and spit grey slime

their bony claws stalk; green fangs mash reeds

Eyes rage with fire; it sweeps pure realms.

Fair Zeva bows thrice to bless her lake

her child maids rise from star rimmed globes

white souls of babes that fate dyed red.

The holy girl casts a lily bud ring

honed by sun's grace and draped in dew.

A blue moon spins; foul troops sway blind

The racked land gasps; balm pours its love.

SELKIE REVENGE

A seal skin glints on tides of froth

by lofty jet crags that rise as spires.

Don's old skiff wails; iron surf rams wood

the fish robe winks; his rapt heart glows.

He primes a net to seize his prize

the selkie folk bark; rocks wince and crack

a svelte girl sings; her raven hair sways

it pins Don fast; she hurls him deep.

A SYLPH IS FELLED

The sylph isle booms; a black crone shrieks

Her eyes are blades that rip tree lords.

Green worms fire ice from Tira's coal plaits

a fairy maid wails; white rock chokes veins.

Frost greys the heart of Miza once fair

her crown bleeds gems and grinds to ash

tar stabs the gown elves wove by grace.

Two doves blast smog; their gold beaks part

mauve rays blind snow; all gelid bonds crack

a halo robes Miza; it scalds the witch.

THE SWAN MAIDEN

A high lord thuds past glade and wood

on his grey mare to greet the sage.

Its stately hoof strikes a mossy oak root

the jolt hurls Mera; his rent brow seeps.

Eyes dim in swoon; wings gift him life

he soars to realms where swan maids dwell.

Glass halls beam stars; the holy birds chant

harps wake old spells of trance and love.

As Zefa sews lace her kin bless oil

it seals raw flesh; joy buds with sun.

Gems trim her curls; he kneels to wed.

TO POESY, MY SPOUSE

I raise my quill to hail the muse

and beg for wings that glint with runes.

Walls bleed from pox; wind roars at panes

ice gnaws my bones; a pale wick gasps.

The yew desk groans; rays crown old stabs

as fauns chide gloom and puff on scrolls.

Verse pours rich oil; my dead lamp sighs

A kiss fires coal; oak scent burns mould.

TULIPS IN THE SKY

Grief racks pure love; I feel dark pangs

for my sweet prince who gilds the soil.

Pink buds drape skies with silk from God

and guide my soul to woods of grace.

A veiled choir prays; trees hush their tales

The rose lake chimes; I dance in light

A white shade calls; his gaze fires life

As red holes fade; my salve routs grey.

LADY OF THE HALLOWS

A noble horse parts the iron storm clouds

his snow wings nurse skies rent by tears

He bears a maid born in pure rays

A holy race bows to Luce their bride.

The regal steed lands; earth brims green hope

his gilt horn flares; sin roars and spits.

New glory robes hearts; they soar past woods

and drift in peace with Luce well blest.

A MERMAID'S GIFT

I stroll by shores in mists of morn

The harp lulls air; milk tides flare gilt.

A sea maid sighs; her fish tail glints

she signs my eyes; her jade ring heats

and wakes the tale of grace long slain.

“O lady,” I weep, “cast a red lock

to melt dark arts and blast the crone!”

Words bathe my soul; her lips are mute

“I seal your heart, so foil this doom!”