A Breath - Kaoteon

She, the tempest, a somber sensual divinity

She swallows the moon only for the moon to be reborn through her womb

Her frailty resembles the bones of the earth

Slender, Yet no chains could hold her ankle nor her mind

I, Fenrir, the all consuming death

An engulfing darkness which plummets from my lips unto hers

Slithering down her throat, clenching her soul

As her stomach contracts with every

blood-red wine breath she draws from mine

We wrap our bodies in a beautiful

shroud of black till the world is no more

The sickening lie that is light, suffocates

Its absence hides only the fears of the meek

Darkness descends with none but a familiar face

When our nakedness collides, the universe we become

Constellations, energy, life, death and rebirth

Her destructive fire, rages yet subtracts

And the myriad of tongues in which we speak are rendered to none