On the Wings of Seraphim

O Lord, I proclaim Thee, Mountain of Man.

O Lord, I sing Thee, on the Wings of Seraphim.

O Lord, I worship Thee, King of the World.

O Lord, I beg of Thee, let my heart be Your bird.

O Lord, I cherish Thee, Deep Ocean of Might.

O Lord, I see thee, in nature’s beauteous heights.

O Lord, I cannot fathom Thee, I the supplicant poor,

I am the strange daughter begging at Saint Peter’s door.

O Lord, I am forgotten by all but You, undiscerning

to the wealthy, but rich in Your love, gold unfurling

from the Cross, I am awash in the Blood, eat the Bread

of Your Wounds. In Your hazel eyes, I see the Holy Dead –

legions of angels and ancestors: desert bones made Flesh.

Separating Chaff from Wheat, the fires of Heaven your Thresh.

O Lord, I am a wanderer, is there room by Your fireside for one as I?

O Lord, I am lost, stranded atop Golgotha where doves fear to fly.

Only the crow is my companion, picking the meat from my bones.

Is there a chance you can hear me, that to be holy is to be alone?

O Lord, when I dream, I see Hell, O Lord, when I sleep, I sleep

with the Devil. What is the measure of a bed of flies? In the deep

of Seven Demons, I still think Eden is my pasture, I pray for green.

Hail the Virgin!

Hail the Virgin! Queen hallowed and true.

Stella Maris of the sea, her eyes foaming blue.

Mary’s crown is white sable, her sword is bright.

She tramples the serpent with Heaven’s might.

In her hands a mirror, at her feet a gate.

She guards God’s reflection and Yeshua’s fate.

Come seals broken, Woman Clothed in the Sun.

She triumphs over Dragon, and eternity is won.

 

Dollface

The war ravages the nuclear wasteland desolate, apocalyptic winter, oh dollface.

You are a wound open and red across the white, carved out like a razor cut on the jagged asphalt and snow. You are crying to me, begging me to open my heart to you, dollface, to press you to my decolletage so you can hear the iron beat beneath.

Tears on your face freeze, the ash falls from winter of bombs and apartheid, and as your gauntlet takes my hand, my dollface, the pinpoint claws draw blood from my knuckles. You lift my bloody fists to your sore of a mouth and kiss me quite ragged, my porcelain dollface.

Your nose is jagged, your face is ragged, your lips are acid, antagonistic and sadistic, I smirk as you kneel before me, begging, pleading, bending so I can see every pus laden landscape beneath your armor. Hair a black stormcloud curls like asps on your head, and I crack your brains open, dissect the love, and open my chest to lock you in.

My only dollface.

Zeus’ Spear

Hallowed lightning of old! Hoary browed!

Zeus, I your daughter, strike lightning fear

into the hearts of men! Fan your wrath upon

Sicily and fructify with rains and promise soil

yet to be tilled – the pomegranate flourishes under

Semele’s blood. Danae’s gold spills begotten upon

a treasure chest waters. Leda’s eggs are swollen blue.

Giants of Old, Men of Renown

The Nephilim tower over Samael, ells tall, and I, who looks like a doll perched like a canary on his shoulder. We are on the warpath, blazing through brittle bones and bird wings as we destroy the ill-begotten children of the Grigori. The Great Crusade where we razed four corners of the globe for the Holy Grail, righteous destruction. Samael is bedecked in Mordred’s armor and I am in Joan of Arc’s veil of steel and spikes, my sword aloft, his body covered in eyes, and through a combination of the red magic that pulsates from my small body in the land of giants and the swing of Samael’s scythe, we level the playing field in a massacre minutes before the Flood.

Samael’s eyes are coals, and on his chest is a gaping black hole where his heart should be, death of the universe.

I seek the hollow place as a blood acid rain begins to fall and burns my skin, flattens my flaxen hair, and I crawl into the manhole of his crushed in rib cage. The blackness swirls around me as I perch in my nest, using arcane demonic magic to strike down mine enemies, and Samael roars, punishing angel that kills firstborns and razes Sodom and Gomorrah, renders Egypt to ash.

No one is left alive.