The Cross Ov Desire
A Poem:
The Cross Ov Desire knows no bounds,
If not male, nor female, and if no being can be found,
I will answer true unto you, as your Demon Bound.
The glory of the Black Abysmal Flames grows strong—
In Love and Lust, all others tremble and wake in our folded truth.
In the Tartarean flames of fear we create,
We are bound to the immortal desires of life’s wake.
Live free we must, from beginning to end, no keep nor kept,
Live Life Unbound—Unto the Cross Ov Desires—we’re all unwound.
Michael Anthony