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[I. Benighted Like Usher]<br /><br />Snuffed tapers sighed<br />As Death left impressing<br />His crest of cold tears on the Countess<br /><br />Benighted like ill-fated Usher<br />The House of Bathory shrouded<br />'Neath grief's dark facade<br /><br />If only I could have wept<br />In mourning by Her side<br />I would have clasped Her so tight<br />Like storm-beached Aphrodite<br />Drowned on Kytherean tides<br /><br />And Kissed Her<br />For from Her alone<br />My lips would have known<br />Enigmas of shadowy vistas<br /><br />Where pleasures took flesh<br />And pain, remorseless<br />Came freezing the breath<br />Of raucous life hushed unto whispers<br /><br />Benighted.<br /><br />Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept<br />Through the crypt of Her Lord who so lucidly slept<br /><br />Benighted.<br /><br />Exhaling the wail of black widowhood's toll<br />Waxing eternal night entered Her soul<br /><br />[II. A Murder of Ravens in Fugue]<br /><br />Now haranguing grey skies<br />With revenge upon life<br />Gnathic and Sapphic<br />Needs begged gendercide<br /><br />Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt<br />Of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults<br />Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered cult<br /><br />With hangman's abandon She plied spiritworlds<br />To Archangels in bondage<br />From light to night hurled<br />Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl.......<br /><br />But soon,<br />Her tarot proved<br />Hybrid rumours spread like tumours<br />Would accrue<br />And blight Her stars<br />However scarred<br />To better bitter truths<br />Of cold bloodbaths<br /><br />As bodies rose<br />In rigid droves<br />To haunt Her from their<br />Shallow burials imposed<br />When wolves exhumed<br />Their carthen wombs<br />Where heavy frosts had laboured long<br />To bare their wounds<br /><br />To the depths of Her soul they pursued<br />Wielding their poison they flew<br />Like a murder of ravens in fugue<br /><br />And knowing their raptures<br />Would shatter Her dreams<br />She clawed blackened books for damnation's reprieve<br />Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies<br /><br />So Hallow's Eve<br />As She received<br />Like Bellona to the ball<br />Those enemies<br />Fell-sisters heaved<br />Her torturies<br />Cross stained flagstones<br />To Her carriage reined to flee<br /><br />But She knew She must brave the night through<br />Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon<br />Like a murder of ravens in Fugue<br /><br />For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose<br />Horror froze painted eyes to cold stares<br />And even Her dance<br />In the vast mirrors cast<br />Looked the ill of Her future<br />If fate feasted there....<br /><br />[III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness]<br /><br />In an age crucified by the nails of faith<br />When rank scarecrows of christ blighted lands<br />An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith<br />Dared the abyss knowing well She was damned<br />Her life whispered grief like a funeral march<br />Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced<br />With those succumbing to cruelty<br />Crushed 'neath the gait of Her dance<br />A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers<br />Of sweet rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped...<br /><br />She demanded the Heavens and forever to glean<br />The elixir of Youth from the pure<br />Whilst Her lesbian fantasies<br />Reamed to extremes<br />O'er decades unleashed<br />Came for blood's silken cure<br /><br />But Her reign ended swiftly<br />For Dark Gods dreamt too deep<br />To heed Her pleas<br /><br />When Her gaolers were assailed<br />With condemnations from a priest<br />Who'd stammered rites<br />In the dead of night<br />For maidens staining winding sheets<br /><br />And She postured proud<br />When Her crimes were trowelled<br />And jezebelled to peasant lips<br />Though She smelt the fires<br />That licked limbs higher<br />To the tortured cunts of accomplices<br /><br />So ends this twisted fable's worth<br />And though spared the pyre's bite<br />By dint of nobled bloodlined birth<br />Her sins (crimes) garnered Her no respite<br /><br />Forever severed from the thrill of coming night<br />Where slow Death alone could grant Her flight<br /><br />&amp;quot;The Spirits have all but fled judgement<br />I rot, alone, insane,<br />Where the forest whispers puce laments for me<br />From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane<br />Beyond these walls, wherein condemned<br />To the gloom of an austere tomb<br />I pace with feral madness sent<br />Through the pale beams of a guiltless moon<br />Who, bereft of necrologies, thus<br />Commands creation over the earth<br />Whilst I resign my lips to death<br />A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth<br />Though one last wish is bequathed by fate<br />My beauty shalt wilt, unseen<br />Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take<br />My soul to peace or Hell for company&amp;quot;<br />(To peace or hell for company)<br /><br />My soul to Hell for company
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[I. Benighted Like Usher]<br /><br />Snuffed tapers sighed<br />As Death left impressing<br />His crest of cold tears on the Countess<br /><br />Benighted like ill-fated Usher<br />The House of Bathory shrouded<br />'Neath grief's dark facade<br /><br />If only I could have wept<br />In mourning by Her side<br />I would have clasped Her so tight<br />Like storm-beached Aphrodite<br />Drowned on Kytherean tides<br /><br />And Kissed Her<br />For from Her alone<br />My lips would have known<br />Enigmas of shadowy vistas<br /><br />Where pleasures took flesh<br />And pain, remorseless<br />Came freezing the breath<br />Of raucous life hushed unto whispers<br /><br />Benighted.<br /><br />Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept<br />Through the crypt of Her Lord who so lucidly slept<br /><br />Benighted.<br /><br />Exhaling the wail of black widowhood's toll<br />Waxing eternal night entered Her soul<br /><br />[II. A Murder of Ravens in Fugue]<br /><br />Now haranguing grey skies<br />With revenge upon life<br />Gnathic and Sapphic<br />Needs begged gendercide<br /><br />Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt<br />Of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults<br />Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered cult<br /><br />With hangman's abandon She plied spiritworlds<br />To Archangels in bondage<br />From light to night hurled<br />Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl.......<br /><br />But soon,<br />Her tarot proved<br />Hybrid rumours spread like tumours<br />Would accrue<br />And blight Her stars<br />However scarred<br />To better bitter truths<br />Of cold bloodbaths<br /><br />As bodies rose<br />In rigid droves<br />To haunt Her from their<br />Shallow burials imposed<br />When wolves exhumed<br />Their carthen wombs<br />Where heavy frosts had laboured long<br />To bare their wounds<br /><br />To the depths of Her soul they pursued<br />Wielding their poison they flew<br />Like a murder of ravens in fugue<br /><br />And knowing their raptures<br />Would shatter Her dreams<br />She clawed blackened books for damnation's reprieve<br />Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies<br /><br />So Hallow's Eve<br />As She received<br />Like Bellona to the ball<br />Those enemies<br />Fell-sisters heaved<br />Her torturies<br />Cross stained flagstones<br />To Her carriage reined to flee<br /><br />But She knew She must brave the night through<br />Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon<br />Like a murder of ravens in Fugue<br /><br />For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose<br />Horror froze painted eyes to cold stares<br />And even Her dance<br />In the vast mirrors cast<br />Looked the ill of Her future<br />If fate feasted there....<br /><br />[III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness]<br /><br />In an age crucified by the nails of faith<br />When rank scarecrows of christ blighted lands<br />An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith<br />Dared the abyss knowing well She was damned<br />Her life whispered grief like a funeral march<br />Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced<br />With those succumbing to cruelty<br />Crushed 'neath the gait of Her dance<br />A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers<br />Of sweet rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped...<br /><br />She demanded the Heavens and forever to glean<br />The elixir of Youth from the pure<br />Whilst Her lesbian fantasies<br />Reamed to extremes<br />O'er decades unleashed<br />Came for blood's silken cure<br /><br />But Her reign ended swiftly<br />For Dark Gods dreamt too deep<br />To heed Her pleas<br /><br />When Her gaolers were assailed<br />With condemnations from a priest<br />Who'd stammered rites<br />In the dead of night<br />For maidens staining winding sheets<br /><br />And She postured proud<br />When Her crimes were trowelled<br />And jezebelled to peasant lips<br />Though She smelt the fires<br />That licked limbs higher<br />To the tortured cunts of accomplices<br /><br />So ends this twisted fable's worth<br />And though spared the pyre's bite<br />By dint of nobled bloodlined birth<br />Her sins (crimes) garnered Her no respite<br /><br />Forever severed from the thrill of coming night<br />Where slow Death alone could grant Her flight<br /><br />&amp;quot;The Spirits have all but fled judgement<br />I rot, alone, insane,<br />Where the forest whispers puce laments for me<br />From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane<br />Beyond these walls, wherein condemned<br />To the gloom of an austere tomb<br />I pace with feral madness sent<br />Through the pale beams of a guiltless moon<br />Who, bereft of necrologies, thus<br />Commands creation over the earth<br />Whilst I resign my lips to death<br />A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth<br />Though one last wish is bequathed by fate<br />My beauty shalt wilt, unseen<br />Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take<br />My soul to peace or Hell for company&amp;quot;<br />(To peace or hell for company)<br /><br />My soul to Hell for company
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