Rishloo

Pass between the in between to evidence the things unseen for travelers who've passed beneath
Till waxed and flaxen unkempt hair is standard where they hold me here to separate the spirit from the shape
Feast upon the eyes the breath of life falters
Waiting for the sigh a borderline crossed to wonder
Is the shutter shy the film is fading seen through pallid eyes the triad waking wholly satisfied to cauterize the two that feel alright seeing white light stepping outward to embrace all the phantom static in frame all these virgins calling for haste
See the satyr rise to feast upon the eyes closing
She is strange, oh, this death dealing diva
Speaking cause with reluctance to me