To Love, To Curse

To love, to curse, the roles of your heart,
Strife, smiles, sadness and chapters to start.
Where’s the warmth that radiate such glow?
How much your blood it could spill and show
In a bond that is death to us part?

Tunes by a dress in your grim blackheart;
Swift to dance the music of Mozart.
Each a motion, grace as you must go
To love, to curse.

Take by my hand and sleep as I chart,
Of your beauty, grace, brawn and smart.
By portrait, that must paint to grow.
Envy of kings, highlights I bestow!
Death permits a wondrous grave of art!
To love and to curse…


Art: Curse of the Black Sun by NanoMortis


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