• The reading of scriptura, In a seranades grotesque,
    Harsh imagery of a piquant countess,
    As it was hidden in my life's scant arabesque.

    Clandestine were those feelings of enticement,
    With vistas of lustrious gaspings and twisting wrists,
    As the night was pierced with cries that were wrent,
    Reverberating with Lachrymose sighs behind impenetrable drapery.

    Lucid desires brought 'Lamia' tidings of my laments.

    The bedewed honors of a drawling breath,
    Tied lurid imagery to my beating heart,In my hollow chest,
    Creating frantic motions as its brushed by death,
    With a kriss protruding from its fading crest,
    As a flow of red gold falls to the nival ground, bereft,
    To a hymn thats burrowed a lifesource beneath thy breast.

    A resurgence of euphoria,Pounding through the veins,
    Of an injured lamb fleeing predatorial reins.

    Bested by uncanny instinct and pleasuring sadness,
    Twilight engulfed the woodland surroundings,
    Leaving only sapphires to inspire madness.

    A baleful scorn, cast through the celestial stars,
    Had bifurcated a ruby on a marbled stone setting,
    As a lust for pain renewed long since healed scars.
    Silent 'neath the jewel we call the moon, a bloodlet occurs,
    Until a solacer arrives to the soir'ee, to remove unfathomable marrs.

    A zephyr gusted what was left of me, but merely dust.

    The zenith star, tranced away all the malice in my head,
    To calm these rivers of agony exuding from the bigot,
    To see the wraith just before I die,
    Before I may freely leave the fetters of this zealot,
    The Seductress who kills 'neath this blackened sky.

    "Was I not her mannequin?? Her Patron Saint of Pain??"

    He spoke to me with revelry and false supremacy,
    "Nay! You be but the doll of her sluttish schemes,
    The tessera of her forsakened murderous dreams!"

    An eclipse upon the minds of the helpless,
    To put ease to their thoughts that kept them restless,
    To cloud their minds until they become sensless.

    I was Her Marionette, The puppet of Venus.