Amor E Morte

Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept
Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes
I saw in a new moon, with her scent on my breath
But then, all too soon, came the hunger for flesh

I held her in eyes like necropoli laying her on a tomb with a view
Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair
Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there

In the tone of splintered bone
She screams benighted, my limbs ignite
A carnal carnivore on all fours to go

Oh, an ebon Nemesis, from torture gardens of Dis
Having never breathed an Eve as far narcotic as this
Two spellbound hellhounds, hearts pounding loud
Racing heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds

God is maimed, come, let us prey

To lunar deities that pave dead ways
Twixt the living and the grave (Amor e Morte)
To cast our feral shadows there
We made love bleed on a deathbed shared
Where, begging me to feed to best be (were)
I licked her wounds and ate her rare

Argentinum-spurred, her wanton words incurred
A sin-ridden tongue to open trading in fur
Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp
Never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial

Seraphim fell like guillotines

Giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies
And how our brothers sang (Amor e Morte)
Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls
Shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate
Erotic stains, Amor e Morte

Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms
Leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet
I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen
The chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines
A hidden meridian where Midian may be

In black antlered glades
Incunted in this forest goddess, she whispers my name
I buck under flames
Animal nitrates howling through my veins

I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore
New lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war
With inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck, and run
Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts forged on heat with setting suns

I love the night, it would murder my soul, should I ever fall blind
For though thy flesh haunts, I keep also in mind
The stampede of clouds from dusk's predatory sky

Purple-versed like the funeral hearse
That first turned thee over to my
Unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist
Dressed for the sepulchre, my demon bride

God is maimed, come let us prey

To lunar deities that pave dead ways
Twixt the living and the grave (Amor e Morte)
Ours was a chorus for raucous souls
Shifting shape and lifting nape to commemorate
Erotic stains

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