What color is your throne?
As bleeding rats move reliquaries,
to entice the wind with chimes and bones,
and move us past the cemetery gates
Are we now awake?
Or still encased in glass,
with tinted glow-light moving past
dried dead skin and empty veins
though stained glass windows broken pane.
Sepulchre holds your sceptre’s grace
and shines eclipses upon a wounded face,
with weathered eye’s of solid stone,
that gaze at empty scrolls and broken relic’s
shard’s of skull and tortured edicts
as the dust of souls moves-
down an altar stairway
past curtain’s veil and statuary,
to secret crypt’s and chambers,
whose eternal nameless moans
through torches gasping breathe
light dark epiphanies of death!
Uncloaked now!- immortal sin,
let Heaven’s Hell begin—
And only now reveals the color of your THRONE!!!!!
Who sits upon this throne???