the crimson flows
down the ivory steps
of the ossuary
cracked yellowed
pieces of skull
mar the serenity
the hollow stares
that fill every crevice pomegranate flames
dance along the torches
that do little to light
the ebony maw
that opens deep
into the earth itself
buried far beneath
the boney outgrowths
lies the bitter seed
born dormant
in the jade heart
of absinthe absolution