Begs And Omens (To Emil)

«BEGS AND OMENS»
[To Emil]

Sapphire of blue Aethers
          –amber forsaken, broken–,
     By God and all other Gods,
     With clouds and coal forged
     To glow and guide over odds,
     Filth by nacker soul, feathers;
     Sy sow, merged, carved
     Emerald raining in flows,
     Olivine as gault's woes
     Who's coral is skin heaven stolen.
Emil, you, in zircon nite
          –chosen one of Uran–
     Your loom knits and clips
     Souls fallen by disgrace, disregard,
     Of love not loved, never will it be.
O Emil, besiege in emeral light 
     The casting bulb of vessel crimson,
     For I've sinned with dole, no guide,
     Against Fortune and so on
     Wicked fate, ill omen, devour!
          Just coral lips and amber skin,
          And coal hair and zircon eyes
          And beauty in opal 'geist' within;
Emil, o Emil, why?
     May the High and Fallen have mercy
     As ain't no escape, your pure sight
     To Caucasus got me chained inside;
O Emil, free this numen of my.
Will you ever ask to be on your side?