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[I. Benighted Usher]

Snuffed sighed
As Death left
His crest of cold on the Countess

Benighted ill-fated Usher
The of Bathory shrouded
'Neath grief's dark

If only I could have
In by Her side
I would have Her so tight
Like Aphrodite
Drowned on tides

And Her
For from Her
My lips would known
of shadowy vistas

Where pleasures took
And pain,
Came freezing the
Of life hushed unto whispers

Benighted.

Inhaling the pale waning moonlight crept
the crypt of Her Lord who so lucidly slept

Benighted.

Exhaling the wail of widowhood's toll
Waxing eternal night Her soul

[II. A Murder of Ravens in

Now haranguing skies
With upon life
and Sapphic
Needs begged

Delusions of Grandier denounced the
Of cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults
Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered

With abandon She plied spiritworlds
To in bondage
From light to hurled
Cast down to the earth torment would unfurl.......

But soon,
Her tarot
rumours spread like tumours
Would
And Her stars
However
To bitter truths
Of cold

As bodies
In droves
To haunt Her from
burials imposed
When exhumed
carthen wombs
Where heavy frosts had long
To their wounds

To the depths of Her they pursued
Wielding poison they flew
a murder of ravens in fugue

And their raptures
Would Her dreams
She clawed books for damnation's reprieve
cawed canons on amassed enemies

So Eve
As She
Like Bellona to the
enemies
Fell-sisters
Her
Cross flagstones
To Her carriage to flee

But She knew She must the night through
fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon
Like a murder of ravens in

For masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose
froze painted eyes to cold stares
And Her dance
In the vast cast
the ill of Her future
If fate there....

[III. Eyes That Madness]

In an age crucified by the of faith
When rank scarecrows of blighted lands
An aloof born an obsidian wraith
Dared the knowing well She was damned
Her life whispered grief like a funeral
Twisted and yearning, obsessed an
With those succumbing to
Crushed the gait of Her dance
A whirlwind of fire that swept through the
Of sweet Her thickets of black thorn had grasped...

She demanded the Heavens and to glean
The of Youth from the pure
Whilst Her lesbian
Reamed to
decades unleashed
Came for blood's cure

But Her reign swiftly
For Dark dreamt too deep
To heed Her

When Her gaolers assailed
With condemnations from a
Who'd rites
In the of night
For maidens winding sheets

And She proud
When Her crimes were
And jezebelled to lips
She smelt the fires
That limbs higher
To the cunts of accomplices

So ends this twisted fable's
And though spared the pyre's
By dint of nobled bloodlined
Her sins (crimes) Her no respite

Forever severed the thrill of coming night
Where slow Death alone could Her flight

"The Spirits all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest whispers puce for me
amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
Beyond walls, wherein condemned
To the gloom of an tomb
I pace with feral sent
the pale beams of a guiltless moon
Who, of necrologies, thus
Commands over the earth
Whilst I resign my lips to
A cold kiss that chides rebirth
one last wish is bequathed by fate
My shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin black eyes shalt come to take
My to peace or Hell for company"
(To peace or for company)

My soul to Hell for