The stalk of your sensuous shadow, haunting,
the carnal essence of my soul's absolution.
Absolving my lusting eyes as I repent the sins
of my poetic gangrene penned by the Tarot.
In the dark shade of this Gothic cult
the griffin whispers through loveless mascara,
sotto voce, under breath.
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