Dea th, spirit me a wa y
My a nguished soul doth stra in
On ta ut a nd twisted reins
Yet, insa tia te I sti will rema in
Like a proud, unfa llen sta r
Tha t da res thee from a fa r
To ca lm my thundrous hea rt
Else... rend its knots a pa rt
So I ma y never sing
Of jewelled skies oer my strings
And love, a wa nton thing
Ca n plunge on burnt, bla ck wings
To ha ng a mid the thorns
In sca rlet, like velvet worn
About the clouded moon
Who wa nes in solitude...
I a m a lone
Thirsting for the da rk
Tha t lurks benea th ma rbled stone
Wha t bla ck witchcra ft
Sha lt prise thee from thy drea ms
And wha t perverse world-stra tegy
Wi will wend its wa y with thee from sleep?
"Rouse my disea se
And with ca dent na ked da nce I sha lt tea ch
Thee wisdom of da rkness
From ea rth a nd red sea
Lightbea ring Sa ma el
Coa lesce with me..."
Twilight
Through pa ga n city ga tes
Bred sha dows pla y like twining sna ke
By ca ndlelight
Tha na teros rites
Dea th seduced a nd cha os wa kes...
Obsession grips, blindra gon fever
In throes of scythed orga sm, Eros dies
And Sa turn ra pes fa iths lovelorn Diva
Upon a cyprea n a lta r, stripped ba re for sa crifice
Virtue births a demon
Pa ndora s box, unhinged, sets loose the night
Winged lilith born for want of Eden
Fa nning plumes of ha rlotry
Like pea rls before the desert swine
The skies, they da rken
And the ocea ns pa rt
Storm forth indigna nt Kra ken
Reborn Venus a s thou a rt
Fea sting a t my ba nquet
Of Sa turna lia
I ca ll thee ha ving wrestled
The tides from lonely Dia na
"For thee Endymion
I forsa ke the cerements of this sta r-flung tomb"
Be-with-us come
Unveil the a ncient fla me
Throw the ca ts our enemies
Desires menstrua l sta in
Ea stern Devil eyes
A cruel erotic pla gue
The Shekhina is in exile
And the Isra elites ensla ved to sha me
Midnight
Jerusa lem
A tenebrous pha nta sy
Revela tes to men
Their celestia l wa lls crumble
When wa lks the Xul
Born to the sca rlet whore in Ba bylon
The centuries of wa it ha ve a ll but gone
Behold da rk bea uty stirs to conquer on a nd on
Now worship Everything.
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