The Birth of Chaos

Under the ground

--close to the Earth's heart,
I lingered over Desire's upstart.
He hadn't met me before,

but he knew my name.
He and I were one and the same.
We'd sealed ourselves there
in a watery cave.
He was just born,
fresh from the grave.
His flesh was cool,
withered, and dry.
There were no tears
in his eyes left to cry.
His arms were long,
thick with sinewed muscle.
We lay wrapped up together,
far from the hustling and
bustling of above.
Far from the civilised beasts and their rotten flesh feasts.
Far from the madness, the unkindest cuts, liars and tyrants.
Buried in pleasure,
buried in dreams.
Hidden together from the Vulture's scream.
He whispered to me
in our secret language.
Told me the truth in sepulchre tones.
Told me the knowledge held in his bones.
"I am eternal, and infinite too,
but I'd give all that up
to lie here with you."
Then came the ones from the City of Decay.
they broke open our bower
with shovels and spades.
In streams the light
tinted with night.
Down came the hands and took me away.
I looked at him, crying for once
and at the last I heard him swear,
"We'll meet again
after the pain,
we'll sleep as one
just like before
you'll know they can't hurt us anymore."
And they dragged me away
to the City's decay.
I smiled a grim smile.
I knew he was right
amongst the tombs, he'd take back the night.

For seven years they kept me
in whiteness. Bound in silk
a virgin princess.
They coddled my ugly,
inside commotion
but I could not show them
their brand of devotion.
They rasped and they lisped
and pledged their lust.
I was as cool a marble bust.
They beat me for denying,
they knew I was dying.
I was like them, I shared their fate.
They knew I couldn't save them.
It filled them with hate.
We all were quite damned
but their failure was planned.
He knew my name
he would find me again.

Another seven years gone by in a blur.
At the temple's gate a sound was heard.
The gate swung open
and there he was standing
--still bound in ragged funeral wrapping.
"She is not a creature
simply for pleasure,
she is the ocean
above false devotion."
He strode to the leader
and grasped his fine robes.
"By keeping her here you make it certain,
you've pulled your last string
--it's time for the curtain."
Up leapt the fire from his torch.
All the tyrants and liars
left there to scorch.
He took me by the hand
and lead me back to the tombs.
We went down, passed chthonic rooms.
Deep into our mother,
dead though she was.
Deep into the core
at peace together,
forvevermore.