Cashmere Cacophony

You said call me Dante

After the Devil May Cry

I said here is your glass

of cherry wine

Totally unsponsored accord

For someone as sharp as yours

Let the rain fall

Let the rain fall on me

Not a soul to redeem

Not a soul to hear

Did you hear the recalling of heaven?

As rain drops down the branches

You told me to let it be

I said take me

to the dark forest Dante

Enraptured you said yes

Finding needles in the snow

You had enough to let it go

And more than enough

to let it swing a little

We travelled far in casual attires

Those were exquisite rags

The leopard is nowhere to be seen

The wolf is looking care little children

There was a phoenix in the trees

Now ashes of the phoenix

Come little children

Come what may

Let's talk about personal history

I need an aide

Now I have Dante

What more to be desired

A cigarette would be nice

An umbrella is also fine

To shield you from the firestorms

Also work as a light source

We walked to the gate

There were three

With the middle one writing

The lines writing on the wall

Welcome to inferno

You said We'allcome to inferno

Which is exactly true

Let me be your tour guide

If you would do a twirl

So I transactionally danced

And dressed your wound

Just the way you wanted

I left Vienna to where it is

I left Vanya to where she was

Is it possible to finally leave Vinyamar?

Just another addition to the people count

Just another side note to the word count

I can see the reflection to the hourglass

Drinking your business down the drain

And bath in your Sunday glory

For supposedly we don't work on Saturdays

To seal the deal with a kiss

Or was it a goodbye kiss

You become a different person in Inferno

It's not your first time here

Yet all time looks like first time

You become a better person in Inferno

Because all the sorrow all the pain

Could I assuage you from empathizing?

There is no time to lose

we have all the time in the world

No man no madness exists in this world

As we all rise to flames

If we forget about the pain

Only sorrow is eternal

Through war sadness and despair

She is the constance

I mean Lilith

Because what good is a lord

without his mate?

But here I digress too much

While disclosing too little

Go on to the first layer

The meadows of heaven

January 2025

By Aran Meredith