Aching, yawning, panging void Arcing thunder, deep, deployed Agonized response and call Pinging off these gilded walls Tower, yearning, gaping maw Hunger, frothing, gobbled up Gears beneath brought to a halt Mirrors reflecting desperate thoughts Memories of meals, left thirsty Release, an animal to chase Fires on an altar burning Wax to drip upon my face Faith to feed, a sin unchanging A son bespoke for yonder moon Elements of spatial, chasing Marquee crying, coming soon Stre

The King in Red Even in Arcadia Amidst such hallowed meadows Such guarded pastures Such simple days These mournful measures Morbid tunes...