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 magikal 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 magickal hour The heavens blaze the angels cower Wisps of sulphur at my lips The abyss at kissed fingertips Nightfall is blessed with magesty 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 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 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