A Gothic Romance

Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea
 A jewel more radiant than the moon
 Lowered Her mask to me
 The sublimest creature - the Gods full of fire
 Would marvel at making their Queen
 Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire
 And my heart reeled with grave poetry ...
 From grace I fell in love with Her
 Scent and feline lure
 And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest
 Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night
 She lulled me away from the rich masquerade
 And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight
 Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me?
 Her icy kiss fervoured my neck
 Like whispering waves 'pon Acheron's beach
 In a whirl of sweet voices and statues
 That phantomed the dying trees
 This debauched seductress in black, took me ...
 In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn
 I tore free of my sleep-sepulchre
 On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn
 Lamented the spectre of Her
 Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete
 I hungered for past overtures
 The curse of unrest and her ardent caress
 Came much more than my soul could endure ...
 I, at once, endeavoured to see Her again
 Stirring from midnight's inertia
 Knowing not even her name
 On a thin precipice over carnal abyss
 I danced like a blind acolyte
 Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine
 Suffused with the perfume of night
 For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds
 In vain that we might meet
 When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued
 I sought refuge in a cemeterty
 Sleep, usher dreams
 Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether
 Mistress of the dark
 I now know what thou art
 Screams haunt my sleep
 Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together
 Lamia and Lemures
 Spawned thee leche
 To snare my flesh
 Portrait of the Dead Countess
 Deep stained pain that I had dreamt
 Flaunted demise, life's punishment
 Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb ...
 But poised nectar within my stirs
 Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search
 Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons
 Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon
 In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels
 Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell
 To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet
 Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette
 Fleeting, enshadowed
 Thou art privy to my sin
 Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict
 The cruel daylights upon my skin?
 Dost thou not want to worship me
 With crimson sacrifice
 So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss
 And weep with new-found life?
 Red roses for the Devil's Whore ...
 Dark angels taste my tears
 And whisper haunting requiems
 Softly to mine ear
 Need-fires have lured abominations here ...
 Nocturnal pulse
 My veins spill forth their waters
 Rent by lips I cherish most
 Awash on her perfidious shores
 Where drowning umbra o'er the stars
 Ebon's graves where lovers whore
 Like seraphim and Nahemah
 Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest
 Blind reason against thee, Enchantress
 For I must know, art thou not death?
 My heart echoes bloodless and incensed ...
 Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry
 Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me?
 On that fatal Hallow's Eve when we fled company
 As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves
 UNder horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn
 In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone
 I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet
 Enrobed in Death's shadow like a swifter
 Silhouette ...