Astarte

As the symbolic darknight inspires
The conventus of their spiritual union,
Inner lust turned into ashes
And the Devil's honor betrayed by the waning light.
Shaped thought comes halting forth, making
The symbols of innocence, perplexing spiritual dullness.
The legacy of my rising hell
The conflict within my morbid innocence,
Banished and dragged by Devil's exhaltation.
Finally! I reach the depths of my existence.
As the moon is diving in the purple waters of earth,
The sun shows its first signs of the day.
The man touches the extremes of light.
A hidden strike is enough to possess his soul.
The conspiracy of mountain and air
Blow through the solitary night-walk
And the lightning rock of midnight sky,
Reflects the truth.
No key word suffers upon my icon.
Just a brutal change of my portrait.
I gaze beyond my mirror,