Just For a Kiss

Forgone.

Surge.

The Elemental

Dirge.

Beyond

The Surge.

Devise.

Inspect.

Derive.

Correct.

Begin.

“Beyond the surge, under waves submerged, grant me your blessing, o Queen of Earth!”

O her eternity doves fly me to the heavens!

I look below and don’t say my goodbyes, for I am here now,

And the pordrone mitherlings fight for scraps,

While I dance above grass,

in the pillows of clouds not yet seen,

at the verge of cliffs where doves come to clean,

I am here, you are here.

What more could I ever want,

Could you make that

crystal clear?

Despair is known not to the one who stays, but to the one, who leaves.

Who leaves to the depths of Hell, where no man should ever make it out alive?

Me. Yet, here I am.

Forged from the blood of God’s soldiers,

alchemically altered by the transmutation of Satanic treasures,

I come out alive, yet dead.

My body never left Hell.

But my Mind and Soul,

Returned to Heaven,

Just for a Kiss.