When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake
And the mists steal in with ease
Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes
In adortaion of the moon and thee
"They call as i to thee...."
And i will come as if in a dream
My languid, dark and lustrous Malerasian queen
Of vengeful, ancient breed
Gilded with the pelts of many enemies
Erishgikal, 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 funeral dress
Know that i will escape from my death
Surrendered to the splendor of her sharped caress
Lo! The pale moonlight
Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline
Of mist and moth and the hunger inside
Kisses look 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 procurethe 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 kills afterglow
Beneath the stars thy flesh be-devils me
(Beneath the stars taste the death in me)
Bequeath to me the firey 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
Apease the beast on spattered sheets
Dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps
Nocternity
She shall come for me....
Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus
How thy full embossed fog
Imparts the night to us.
And I often sigh
I often wonder why
I'm still here and I still cry
And i often cry
I often spill a tear
Over those not here
But still they are so near
Please ease my burden
And i still remember
A memory and i weep
In my broken sleep
The scars they cut so deep
Please ease my burden
Please ease my pain
Surely without war there would be no loss
Hence no mourning, no greif, no pain, no misery
No sleepless nights missing the dead...Oh no more
No more war.
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait
Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
As this tragedy starts with a shatter ed glass heart
And the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But oh, no tears please
Fear and pain may acompany Death
But it is desirethat shepherds it's certainty
As We shall see...."
She was divinitys creature
That kissed in cold mirrors
A queen of snow....
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought her everywhere
Dark liquored-eyes
An Arabian nightmare....
She shone on watercolours
Of my pondlife as pearl
Until those who couldn't have her
Cut her free of this world
That fateful Eve when...
The trees stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
On my love picking rue by the light odf the moon
Putting reason to flight
Or to death on their way
They crept through woods mesmeriesed
By the taffeta Ley
Of her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
(A deadly blessing to hide)
Her ghost in the fog
They raped and left...'
(Five men of god)
...Her ghost in the fog
Dawn discovered her there
Beneath the Cedar's stare
Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
Flown to gown her beauty bared
Was starred with frost, I knew her lost
I' wept till tears crept back to prayer
Sh'd sworn me vows in fragrant blood
"Never to part
Lest jealous heaven stole our hearts"
Then this i screamed:
"Come back to me-
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand inbetween?
And as i drwned her gentle curves
ith dreams unsaid and final words
I aspied a gleam trodden to earth
The church bell-tower key....
The villagemourned her by the by
For she'd been a witch
Their men had longed to try
And i broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on ice
A Queen of snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symettry
Sought her everywhere
Trappestine eyes
An Arabian nightmare....
She was Eruzile possessed
Of a milky-white skin
My porcelain Yin
A graceful Angel of sin
And so for her...
The breeze stunk of sunset and camphor
My lantern chased her phantom and blew
Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
But revered for judgement that their bible construed...
Putting reason to flight
Or to flame unshamed
I swept from cries
Mesmorised
By the taffeta Ley
Of her hips that held sway
Over all those at bay
Save a mist on the rise
A final blessing to hide
Her ghost in the fog
And i embraced
Where lovers rot...
Her ghost in the fog
Her ghost in the fog.