A Banished Serpent (Condemned to eat dust forevermore)

There is a thirsty coffin waiting for my flesh
knows that i am dead - I do deny that!
a withered rose that looks fresh
it is the heart of mine with no beating


Dimming sepia Faith, a forgotten picture
given to fade away by Swan's wrath
unaccepted ugly duckling to the others
are its thoughts and feelings alike


These are not stanzas of Romance nor Love
they are traces left on the sand by a damned serpent
always searching for the truth and wisdom, the origin of Fall
wounded her heart by those trees she dwell in...


Cascading blood drops, dancing and crawling through his branches
endless tears borne in tree' scorn, who hath given hopes
of sharing his shadow and fruits with her: "the diabolical lady"
 a life to last together, another temptation to Adam and Eve

A ghost walks by those empty wooden streets finds crowds of spirits
whispers of nymphs are cold darts in her skin, she inhabits a house of ruin
hopes of Love to decay inside his wood skin, the "Tree of Life"
now turn to coffin and waits for me to fall...


~Wiccangel~(Victoria III)©

Denis Nuñez Rodriguez (pintor contemporaneo cubano)©