Transgression

Filial transgressions of the nubile mind,
Opened like the gates to Erebrus,
Singing on the road less travelled,
In violent shades of crimson lust,
Twixt this and that, a new door opens,
A loss of direction in a broken tryst,
Footsteps resound in empty halls,
As crystalline figures form from mist,
Chaos reigns as the child of Order,
Light is hollow without the dark,
Swinging on sweet sanity's border,
Holding her face in a shallow heart,
Left dancing beneath a broken sky,
Holding a red scarf in both hands,
The nexus, your crossroads beckon,
Now in the swoon of ludicrous demands,
Fade away the color of the soil,
Begin the rebirth to a higher plane,
Moments and centuries tick as one,
As everything new remains the same...