Wester Vespertine

Today was spent in languor
 Drifting through the fold
 As midsummer vent its clamour
 In cobbled streets a thousandfold, I bore cruelty from the sun
 The jewellery that it hung
 About me, god it stung like life's betrayal
 Now shadows lengthening
 Hear the nightside sing
 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
 The dusk comes so sublime
 So wester vespertine
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 Feel the rush of power this magickal hour
 The heavens blaze, their flames devour
 The smoke of ruins black against
 A bled horizon, mystic, incensed
 Nighfall is dressed in fantasy
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 Ethereal, the end of day enthralls
 Voyeurs watching from the stalls
 It enfolds the drear and drab
 Lifts our heart to sheer romantic
 Pyromantic, necromantic heights of bright sensation
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 Feel the rush of power this magickal hour
 The heavens blaze, the angels cower
 Wisps of sulphur at my lips
 The abyss at kissed fingertips
 Nightfall is blessed with majesty
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 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 magickal 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 theatre is spurred
 To drive the painted nails home
 And let man's blithe desires roam about the city lit to please
 The pretty bits this August eve
 Revive our sore and tortured souls
 
 Revive my mortared soul
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 Toward the end
 Toward the splendour
 Like Lot, the host gives up its ghosts
 His gorgeous daughters now surrender
 Lammas glamour
 Hammered in the dying light
 Like a glowing hot sabre set to clangour on the anvil
 We'll bang destiny to rights now
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 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
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 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