Dusk and Her Embrace

When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake

And the mists steal in with ease

Covened wolves arc 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 sharpend 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 werewolves in the snow

Under deadly nightshade

Still warmed with the kill's of 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