Wester Vespertine

Today was spent in languor

Drifting through the fold

As midsummer vent its glamour

In cobbled streets a thousandfold

I bore cruelty from the sun

The jewelry that it hung

About me God it stung

Like life's betrayal

Now shadows lengthening

Hear the nightside sting

The promise of delightful things to come

wester vespertine

When the sun is in decline

Reddened skies underlined in purple

Exemplify cries goodbyes are verbal

Bats carouse about the tree line

Daylight bows out, free and feline

And dusk comes so sublime

So wester vespertine

Feel the rush of power this magical hour

The heavens blaze their flames devour

The smoke of ruins black against

A bled horizon mystic incensed

Nighfall is dressed in fantasy

(Ethereal the end of day entrhalls)

(Voyerus watching from the stalls)

(It enfolds the drear and drab)

(Lifts our heart to sheer romantic)

(Pyromantic necromantic heights)

(Of bright sensation)

Feel the rush of power this magical hour

The heavens blaze the angels cover

Wisps of sulphur at my lips

The abyss at kissed fingertips

Nightfall is blessed with majesty

This night will see indictment

For my needs extol

The virtues of excitement

This soul reigns uncontrolled

Sweet scents, the vents of mother earth

Have lent to my rebirth

Her perfume is perverse

And that's the way I like it

Bethlem is opening

Her terrifying wings

The promise of its frightful things to sperse

Hesperus will shine

Out foremost as Stars climb

And dusk comes so sublime

So wester vespertine

Feel the rush of power this magical hour

The moon invades the vestal bower

Gas lamps flicker in devotion

Like fireflies on an iron ocean

Nightfall is best left to telestic needs

(Crepuscular)

(This theater is spurred)

(To drive the painted nails home)

(And let man's blithe desire roam)

(About the city lit to please)

(The pretty bits this august eve)

Revive my mortared soul

Revive my mortared soul

Toward the end

Toward the splendor

Like lot the host gives up its ghosts

His gorgeous daughters now surrender

Lammas glamour

Hammered in the dying light

Like a glowing hot saber set to clangour on the anvil

We'll bang destiny to rights now

wester vespertine

This is our time to taste

To chase to embrace to lay waste to the vine

The cup of fornication is a decadent red wine

wester vespertine

When the sun is in decline

Reddened skies underlined in purple

Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal

Bats carouse about the tree line

Daylight bows out free and feline

And dusk comes so sublime

So wester vespertine