Dusk and Her Embrace
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake And the mists steal in with ease Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes In adoration of the moon and thee
"They call as I to thee...."
And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen Of vengeful, ancient breed Gilded with the pelts of many enemies Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I can taste thy scent by candlelight Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair Appease the beast on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps
Nocternity.... She shall come for me
A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night And I have ridden from the westerning light To expend my lust Tear away the funereal dress Know that I will escape from my death Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress
Lo! The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise
"Through twilight, darkness and moonrise My scarlet tears will run As stolen blood and whispered love Of fantasies undone"
Countess swathed in ebony And snow-white balletic grace Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish For lust and her disgrace
Dusk and her embrace
We shall flit through the shadows Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow Under deadly nightshade Still warmed with the kill's afterglow
Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me (Beneath the stars taste the death in me) Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss To sever thin mortality
Elizabeth My heart is thine Thy fragrant words Warm within like wine....
"Let me come to thee" With eyes like Asphodel Moon-glancing, loose desires free To writhe under my spell"
Ereshkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Appease the beast on spattered sheets Dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps Nocternity She shall come for me....
Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus How the full embosomed fog Imparts the night to us....
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