The Shadow of Orpheus

Plethoric downfall whistles in the face of I,
Loss can’t commence without a bling of offense,
Eternally I can writhe upon my blighted grave,
Aches of craze shalt seek discomfort,
my own blunders are conforming to Orpheus,
Spirit of romance, thus cannot wait,
with such expression, your apparel mocks me
E’en, you shine a mirror, of distaste for my mockery,
Forevermore I cannot stare, without such trauma of guilt,
Ongoing until time shalt interfere with my discomfiture,
Resurrections of complexion, shalt thy decline,
my conscience, hinder thou brumal cost!
Grieving is death, in the name of bloodied cries,
Ignominies of all, begotten on a brutal cross
Shall such a dove cross the waters of existence,
Vest me drowning in the sight of fosse’m.
Everlasting submission to thou pangs of witness,
Morals against the blaze of wistful bloss’m,
Entropy of life and unwanted anoint-to follow, I must refrain from appoint.