You have such a lovely chew,
Where moon-lit cobwebs drape the stone,
In the hush of midnight’s vaulted nave,
Your whisper sinks like bitter-sweet brine—
Petals of ash that gnaw at air,
Your breath—a rusted key that turns,
A phantom’s smile, a serrated rose,
The iron gates of every lair.
It chews the darkness, feeds on dusk,
And paints the walls with wilted light,
Your laughter lingers, a moth-wing bite,
In crypts where candles gasp and fade.
A haunting feast of sorrow’s flesh,
Where every chew is love’s decay beneath,
The gargoyle’s grin, the raven’s hymn,
All echo the cadence of your teeth—
So let the night devour our sighs,
And let the shadow taste your kiss,
For in this gothic, trembling hush,
Your lovely chew becomes an abyss.
Powerfully penned, Adagio. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian.