an archangel in bondage bediademed, souled, with a murder of ravens, but no less astarte to behold. abandoned by heaven, to the dead, dark and past, cast her dispersions on life's brittle glass..

and though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast 'gainst the lassitudes of death, she fought but fell to greet. and midst lies in collusion, she was martyred to teach that "divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet"

gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge that obsesses the heart, i am covened by words...to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender. my soul to the dead to achieve prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o'er carious herds. vexing nightmares and their weak prayers to a no one there to hinder her decree.. to weed the world of their disease..

as shadows unblind mine eyes to see the meat that is their congregation. how they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war...

scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. a psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. and we shall dance amid the ruin as adam and evil. dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval..

if all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. for our souls have crossed oceans of time to clasp one another more tightly than death could alone...

with hangman's abandon she plied spiritworlds to Archangels in bondage
     from light to night hurled, cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl.......
 but soon, her tarot proved hybrid rumours spread like tumours
          would accrue and blight her stars, however scarred to better bitter truths
of cold bloodbaths, as bodies rose in rigid droves to haunt her
    from their shallow burials imposed.. when wolves exhumed their carthen wombs,
          where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds
to the depths of her soul they pursued, wielding their poison they flew
  like a murder of ravens in fugue, and knowing their raptures would  s h a t t e r  her dreams
she clawed blackened books for damnation's reprieve baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies
 but she knew she must brave the night through, though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon
    like a murder of ravens in fugue, for each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose
horror froze painted eyes to cold stares and even her dance, in the vast mirrors cast
             looked the ill of her future... if fate feasted there....
   in an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of christ blighted lands
an aloof countess born an obsidian wraith dared the abyss knowing well she was damned
         her life whispered grief like a funeral march
   twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced with those succumbing to cruelty
crushed 'neath the gait of her dance, a whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers
  forever severed from the thrill of coming night where slow death alone could grant her flight...


"the spirits have all but fled judgement.. i  rot, alone, insane, where the forest whispers
         puce laments for me from amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane, beyond 
               these walls, wherein condemned to the gloom of an austere tomb, i 
                      pace with feral madness sent through the pale beams of a
                              guiltless moon, who, bereft of necrologies, thus
                                    commands creation over the earth whilst i
                                         resign my lips to death a slow cold 
                                            kiss that chides rebirth, though
                                                one last wish is bequathed
                                                   by fate my beauty shalt
                                                        wilt, unseen.. save 
                                                             for twin black
                                                               eyes that
                                                                   shalt 
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