Ballet Brûlant
Ayaad Fahad
Toska.
Icicles enclose my burning heart,
Melting as the blaze runs cold.
It yearns for coals-
To reignite the flames
Or fade into embers.
Carpe noctem,
The hour forsaken.
Fulfill or exsanguinate your desires.
Water-wood to my heart's flaming fires.
Extinguish it
For all Love is Futile,
Lost. Nothing worthwhile,
An eternally haunting hiraeth.
Miracle;
My uneven, fleeting breath.
In Somnia Veritas.
Your dreamy eidolon's,
Visit my reality,
Your shadows in every corner,
They question my sanity,
My ability to love,
Stab my heart-
A hemorrhage of longing.
Inferno.
Ashes ascend to heavens,
Raining upon barren ground,
Begging solace and attention
Of an indifferent bloodhound.
Nosferatu drowning in impure blood.
White peignoirs disgracefully drenched in lust.
Scarlet Serenade.
In this rose-meadow, collect your scars,
Through thorns, to the stars.
Burn and Bloom-
A waltz in this burning field.
Among flames lies our fate concealed,
Sealed.
Still, Sway to its mournful melody,
Aware of tragic ends
To this dreadful delight.
Amor.
Burn, Rise, Fall-
Let flames rewrite it all.
Hearts and Roses,
Through Thorns to the Stars.