The Sensualist

by Madrigal ap Unafel Colwythh
Shadow Poet of the Shimmering Veil

To touch the fatal face
That hovers past the Pale,
Observe the lovely grace
Of a stillborn's mother's wail.

To hear the ancient note
That sings you to your rest,
Grab your lover by the throat
And give your strength a test.

To taste the bitter fruit
Of years lived unfulfilled,
Pull up your rotten root
And pray you will be tilled.

To see the spark that dies
When life at long last ebbs,
Listen for the orphan's cries
While watching Widows in their webs.

To smell the subtle scent
Of death long overdue,
Seek out the faithful penitent
And with cold steel be true.

And cast aside the glove
That binds your soul to thee,
And let the crimson stains of love
Set all your senses free.