Thalia's whisper;
a symphony of Luciferian neologos,
singing, trips a Bellatrix of simple emptiness,
bewildering trapezium of incandescent embers
that gallop in the white sea foam,
as the golden stallion remembers,
coiled in the flame of the Void.
On the lips of dead men,
the fibonnacci swirls
in algebraic polyphony, as the photon
of a Lunar Aria, curls
the starry breath of the unending Sea -song Sun,
sung wrong in dawns undying depths,
the dreaming death,
of God, adagio.

Oh wow...that's fantastic...welcome to JSH I only know of one other Poet on here that speaks with such intelligence

Thanks!