✒Poems Exposed

Mors' Scarlet Claret

O Death, I'm knowing thy sting!
Thine wine, my lips are kissing.
O Grave, to thou sermonizing!
Out of earth - dirt, I am stepping.

Life is a paring snare.
She is a wench of pseudo pleasure.
Out of the potation of her curare,
I rise, to thee, by censure.

My breaths trace it,
My eyne trail it,
Oh! The grievous enchantment:
Thy Goblet of Scarlet Claret!

The venom of life's maya
Is draining from this carcass.
The merlot of Death's pitahaya
Is venging me on vehemence.

Light! - He irks labyrinthine
Only to exist and persist.
But, lives facile, the shade, anguine.
And yet he does subsist.

Light is mere evanescent.
And so is life; and birth.
But darkness does ever command,
And so does the ultimate; the death.

Nona, Decima, Morta,
Love you, Morta, aloft all.
But sans Nona, thus Decima,
What beauty does Mrutyu enthrall!

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G-L-O-SS-A-R-Y

†Sermonizing‡ compose PR deliver a sermon ( sermon = A sermon is an oration, lecture, or talk by a member of a religious institution or clergy)
†Pare‡ strip the skin off; trim
†Snare‡ trap
†wench‡ [Archaic] Someone, esp. a woman, who engages in sexual intercourse for money
†Curare‡ a toxic alkaloid
†censure‡ excommunication; exclusion
†Nona, Decima, Morta‡ The three Parcae ( Roman mythology).
Nona, who spun the thread of life from her distaff onto her spindle;
Decima, who measured the thread of life with her rod;
Morta, who cut the thread of life and chose the manner of a person's death
†Mrutyu‡ (In Indian Languages) Death
†Claret‡

†Maya‡ illusion (not English)
†Merlot‡

†Pitahaya‡ Dragon fruit

†Irk‡ vex (all meanings applicable)
†Labyrinthine‡ complex
†Evanescent‡ fading like vapor

Dedicating this work to Jenniferprincezz and iridescity-

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