ICE
Raise the chalice!
Stir the emerald bonfire!
In the pot put liquorice
The flavor to entice;
Then in with the apprentice,
Tender to become on the balefire…
He is to be served with rice
At the guests of the campfire.
ICEICE
Behold the new vice
That cools even the fire!
Brings to the living a new spice,
By the powers of the nymphs twice,
By the muses and goddess thrice:
Setting the living and the dead
afire,
The quill is rolling time’s dice
And its verses capture all in the
crossfire…
ICEICEICE
At the brink of chaos I assemble the
solstice
And pierce the blackness with
eclipses of wildfire.
There the turquoise muse waits in
her lacy bodice
To slain me behind rapture’s lattice,
My spirit to entomb deep in her
abyssal precipice…
I have risen in lead wings from the
thirteenth hellfire
Baptizing my decayed body with her
kisses of ice
And vain mortals are sacrificed as I
set her tenebrously afire.
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