The heart's open cult.

Here the vault hides,
Beneath the sights;
Smiling and toothless,
Talking while speechless;
Sorcery of love....

Strength of the lips,
Weeds without roots;
Back and Forth,
Decisions staggers as froth;
Sorcery of love...

Appeased by words,
Open sesame the box;
Garments sewn Gold,
Carcas seen Woes;
Sorcery of love...

Brightly shown above,
Aureole nested atop;
Encaged to the soul,
Will live again at demise;
Sorcery of love...

Falsified by conscience,
Withers on its own;
Picks up the spade,
Digging a grave of its own;
Sorcery of love....

By:
JGAN (Beryl Ace)