Vicious Fruit

A filamentary essence of evil
Dances alone in winter stage of shadow
Enthralling gaze
Of seduction's age

A windsome daughter, her father is a devil,
Wirepuller of motherly creation
Smelled out
Of macabre blend

From the emptiness of skies
Rises the worst of the nightmares
From the loneliness of lost time
Like an insane arcane portrait
Born the queen of all the crimes

Translucent words that turn the water in ice
Fly over the line that divides cradle from grave
To give the reason
Of an hermitage

In fading dream given by night
A shriek cuts the cold air in twice
From the hole of a fornace
A spirit lives

A vitreous ghost
In the mist of liftover of Gods
A vicious fruit
Of incestuous birth

Crept out of obscure rhyme
From the blank verse of vice
Engraved by tortured hands that crossed
The death's oath

Lost words return to change the world
A prophecy from the void
Everything fade
When the stars fall below

The uninvited guest so close
That you can feel his rotten breathe
Frozen like a razor's edge
That seeds everywhere the death