bright and deadly

In the CD "Amomancer: Nightblooming" there is a track called "bright and deadly" that does not seem to map to any existing poems from the poet's known catalog. There is a reason for this: it is an unreleased work, born of a very intense dream he had of a lover, and he was loathe to put it out there.

But time and my persistence have worn him down and thus I am pleased to release in its original form the poem known as "bright and deadly"...

bright and deadly

bright and deadly came the dream
upon the face once blessed with shade
and all the withered thoughts then played
to lay the path of new regime.

birthing black, the skies rolled back
to find a key in lock-blocked souls
that gave us pause to ponder roles
assigned to us at dayspring's crack.

bright and deadly came the thought
immersed in pain and memory
that tore the sore like emery
until I learned what I had taught.

repenting not the penanced prayers
that dropped me to my bruis'd knees
to touch me with a new disease
acquired in the liars' lairs.

I want to penetrate your soul
to find the sweet meats deep inside
you shelter now, with virtue's pride,
in pensive wait for dark control.

bright and deadly is the word
you thought you caught in whispered plea
from paramour on bended knee
who fled your bed once he was cured.

desire, disease, in twain, are blent
to make a potion of delight
from pierce'd flesh and cooling night
and sins we wish we could repent.

I would share what yet remains
in tortured frame and crack'd heart
I've welded shut to heal, in part.
until you call for fragrant stains.

It is too late for alarm
as I kiss your pouting lips
as my hands lay on your hips
that I ride to make the charm.

To embrace you and to taste
the cleft essence of your need
to find someone who will feed
on your shame, so long misplaced.

I will enter you when bidden
and let loose to pierce your veil,
find your flesh, a text in braille
marked with all your passions, hidden.

Do you truly wish me end
in my suit to seize your soul
to perfect you in your role,
inamorata, bended friend?

bright and deadly came the dream
upon the face once blessed with shade
and all the withered thoughts then played
to lay the path of new regime.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.