TABOO
I kissed your lips and whispered to your soul
Many moons ago that is all we needed to make us whole
But I no longer seek the luxuries of the corporal world
I am a raven that has the pleasure of choosing my bones
Crosses on a corrupt land and elevated by a jaded society
I watch through shrouded veils as they succumb to thievery
Malice and injustice will be their undoing
They say the dead can dance
How they delight at the burden of the living
They say dead men tell no tales
And these rumours serve me well
Because I am dead yet I live to tell
If I should so choose to speak
What truths would you seek?
Silver, and the offerings of peace?
Another kiss from the lips of a forbidden dream?
Steam?…
Perhaps…
But let’s speak of trust...
If I could trust
While I mix with vagabonds and pirates
And devour spirits that sing of fear
I could warm your bones on the breath of the deceased
And tell you tales spoke from the cackle and caw of ravens
As incoherent as fog in shadows
Where mutineers gain strength through fear
And talk of forbidden things with a mind so clear
Purest crystal glimmering in unclean ribcages of the lawless
Where threats bode more terror against the powerful
And they will bow to me
As their lies spill from the unclean loins of harlots
In the houses of ill repute removed from supernatural legacy
To the gutter where dogs of the flesh tear at the dead
But they will bow to me
Under the screams of ghosts
That scatter the seven seas and beyond
To crypts of ancient London
Where I quibble with the dead
The letters of justice ignored that I read
Transformed to ancient mutterings under my breath
As I burn devils until an empty hell is all that's left
For you and I…
© Richard Withey. All rights reserved.
- Inspired by the series T A B O O