[Alice White]

Tale of realisation

"On my very first day off since I moved into this house,
I decided to clear out the attic,
I ever so wondered what's up there.."

as I put a step forward on the wooden ladder
it overcomes me with a gruesome shiver
lunar-driven, it must be defiance of logic in its pure existence
but hesitation was not in my books of manner, so I enter..

a site in the attic, dimmed by well-lit shades
for the mind's eye to reflect splendidness, of lavish days
a mellifluous voice rises, from the peril-toned corner light,
"I shall grant you a choice of thrice, ornaments of a rejoicing life
to acquire, you need to unleash the painting on-site"

as I'm nearing the said, the shrouding unveils an eerily madness
with piercing glances, to freeze the blood in my vein
as synthesized as every pigment on the canvas
visualized limbs on a threshold, elapsing
depicted visions of intrinsic blisses, panic
witnessed, through my monocle's reminiscent niches
still, there was a beauty in her, not to be put in stanzas
spellbinding as a reaper's odour, to lunar attractions
this portrait from afar, so close, in the agone thoughts of my own
yet her charm is solely employed, to evoke morbid paroles
yet eyes of such a familiar bond as only nature could narrate
as I am gazing at them in a state, of awakening array

I slowly see the broader picture,
in the distance lies a water image,
of a silhouette line
glaring at the sight, of my newlywed wife..
- Lillith. From Lucifer desired.




This is one of the first pieces I wrote a while ago (my first topical).
Any feed is appreciated..