Few can fathom the perils of dangling emeralds
and a breath reminiscent of jasmines n lilacs
of lips so soft and a tongue so sweet
the sanctum of innocence and shame
she revels in her ominous guilt
of the countless masquerades
behind the laminar layers of the softest silk.
Her presence intrigues the moonlit skies
the goddess of darkness in all her beauty
walks through the woods in a black burial gown
for the darkness has pledged allegiance
to the mother of sin and the sister of genocide
resurrected have been the ghouls again
her breasts have fed the famished beasts.
Of opulent splendour she looks so pure
she weeps a deep red river
the queen of sinister urges walks to the gates
as the servants of the dark night bow down to her
the discoloured earth trembles as she walks through
as the haunting yowls of the fauna welcome her
my tenebrous vixen sculpted by Satan vanishes into the cloak of mist.
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