Rejuvenation
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Rejuvenation "The Rape of Proserpina" by Gian Lorenzo Bernini A vessel long shattered, A mind long tethered, The hanged man seeks no blood, For thy eyes he is a mere man. Like veins, we shall meet, Yet, corruption within a seed. Long dead heart, a plausible act, Life essence is nothing but abstract. Hollow eyes, the devil’s eyes, The cold hungers, the man dies. Stare into void in gladness, If void stares back, descend into madness. O’ high priestess, coalescence, For merely you two are one. Rejuvenate and spare your breath, Shall you witness his death. To rejuvenate by thy hand, Is to meet God, grand. If the final curtain were to fall, Then all blood, a desperate call. Who would dare to cut the Black Hand? Then all void, a desirable end.