TABOO

I kissed your lips and whispered to your soul

Many moons ago that is all we needed to make us whole

But I no longer seek the luxuries of the corporal world

I am a raven that has the pleasure of choosing my bones

Crosses on a corrupt land and elevated by a jaded society

I watch through shrouded veils as they succumb to thievery

Malice and injustice will be their undoing

They say the dead can dance

How they delight at the burden of the living

They say dead men tell no tales

And these rumours serve me well

Because I am dead yet I live to tell

If I should so choose to speak

What truths would you seek?

Silver, and the offerings of peace?

Another kiss from the lips of a forbidden dream?

Steam?…

Perhaps…

But let’s speak of trust...

If I could trust

While I mix with vagabonds and pirates

And devour spirits that sing of fear

I could warm your bones on the breath of the deceased

And tell you tales spoke from the cackle and caw of ravens

As incoherent as fog in shadows

Where mutineers gain strength through fear

And talk of forbidden things with a mind so clear

Purest crystal glimmering in unclean ribcages of the lawless

Where threats bode more terror against the powerful

And they will bow to me

As their lies spill from the unclean loins of harlots

In the houses of ill repute removed from supernatural legacy

To the gutter where dogs of the flesh tear at the dead

But they will bow to me

Under the screams of ghosts

That scatter the seven seas and beyond

To crypts of ancient London

Where I quibble with the dead

The letters of justice ignored that I read

Transformed to ancient mutterings under my breath

As I burn devils until an empty hell is all that's left

For you and I…

- Inspired by the series T A B O O