Balsamic and Anathema

Worming through the mark
 Of Ezekiel and Mark
 Through the chapters of Honorius
 Gilles, as in a trance
 Screwed the pages up and danced
 Courting something vainly glorious
 He walked he gravest night
 That decrepit final juncture
 Of doom and negativity
 Reeking of death
 And the gloom of Stygian light
 When suddenly, the faintest whisper!
 A curtain opened in a painted vista
 Moonbeams swept into his dream
 Balsamic and anathema
 Balsamic and anathema
 Prelati full of stars
 Magical, ecstatic stars
 That sparkled, no debacle sought to douse
 His fiery omnipresence
 Hissed at heaven, evanescent
 He was there to thwart the burning of his Faust
 The gates were prised, the phantom horses
 Snorted, restless to be gone
 With enchantment's eyes upon the door, he cried-
 'Come with me now!'
 Gilles balked, the thought of life
 Accused and pursued
 And overridden by morbidity
 Saddened his breath
 For those destined for his knife
 Then suddenly - the strangest feeling
 One that left the angels reeling
 Atonement crept into his midst
 Balsamic and anathema
 Balsamic and anathema
 Prelati, full of stars
 This abductor of his heart
 Promised him horizons free of pain
 But all the grand designs
 Magic sings and midnight wines
 In the dream-world couldn't hope to swerve his aim
 He would stay and face his slayers
 Cardinals and courtroom players
 Whilst Prelati must now flee before
 The pure and azure dawn
 The gates were wide, the phantom horses
 Snorted, restless to be gone
 With enchantment's eyes upon the door
 Once more he cried
 'Come with me now!'
 Prelati full of stars
 Tried to pull him from the dance
 Summoning his Barron to perform
 But as the Demon rose
 In sweet miracles of prose
 And propaganda, came a proper bible storm
 Lightning - grinning, froze
 On this murder-site of crows
 And from the scattered ashes stepped a sylph
 The maiden Joan of Arc
 Crept more beautiful and dark
 A paradise, a cradle free of filth
 She was chaste beyond all graces
 The face of faith illuminated
 More precious than Prelati's spell
 A Goddess in a dream
 And trembling in her arm
 Her eyes a thousand golden psalms
 That glittered as on Christmas night
 He wept like Hallowe'en
 He held the scene, the poignant gleam
 Of peace and great serenity
 Close to his heart, her parting kiss
 He slept to wake released in bliss