Under the bleak night cloud's pall
As withered orchids grey, in thrall
In the graven tomb I weep, forlorn
Hark Luna for thee I mourn!
By the statue adorned ground
I bewail thee my thorn crested rose
Amidst the woods, concertos resound
To a crescendo of screams!

Hither come they:
Conquering hordes of succubae
Scarlet gloss, licentious lure
And eyes of Lapis Lazuli

Phantasmagoria...
In sleep Unveil to me
A nightmare of wolves,
Which in rapture they claim
My flesh as an offering for thee!

Ravished by dusk
Gahanna reopened
The trinity broken
Twixt I, the divine
And thou my eldritch feline

May thy bowels dance with the taste?
Of tainted swine!

Eviscerate me!

The wounds they sink deeper
Than any abyss
Whilst specters lay taunting
At the crescent precipice!

The pain: profounder than a serpents kiss!

Mine sinews art cloth
For thy nocturnal gown
A funeral dress
In wild beauty is drowned
Through the dank necropolis
Shines only one crown
A gem of perfection
By her I am spellbound

In my dreams still haunt
The acrid groves of tragedy
Where once wept i over thy mere visage
This reflected in ponds of cold rain
Ill-fated, impaled and forever gaunt
Swept in life's cruelty
For even in death's sweetest mirage
I reach out for thee again

High aloft
Rupture the crimsoning skies
Over velvet black vistas
Sound my languishing cries
Thus ends the quietus of hope

Postlude -

And I, as few who thee dared to court
Wallowed in undying rivers
Through pallid streams, beneath crimson faced welkin
A silken touch of silver
Yet pale eyed i sought,
Between pearly White Mountains and thin candlelight
A maiden so pure, a sylph so pristine
Who charmed me that cursed night...