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[I. Benighted Usher]

Snuffed sighed
As Death impressing
His crest of tears on the Countess

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

If I could have wept
In by Her side
I would have clasped Her so
Like Aphrodite
Drowned on tides

And Her
For Her alone
My lips would known
Enigmas of shadowy

pleasures took flesh
And pain,
Came the breath
Of raucous life hushed unto

Benighted.

Inhaling the waning moonlight that crept
Through the crypt of Her Lord who so slept

Benighted.

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

[II. A Murder of Ravens in

Now haranguing grey
With revenge life
and Sapphic
Needs gendercide

Delusions of denounced the revolt
Of descrying cursed glass, in vaults
Encircled by midst Her sin-sistered cult

With hangman's abandon She plied
To in bondage
light to night hurled
Cast down to the earth where would unfurl.......

But soon,
Her proved
Hybrid spread like tumours
Would
And Her stars
However
To better truths
Of cold

As rose
In rigid
To Her from their
burials imposed
When wolves
Their carthen
Where heavy frosts had laboured
To their wounds

To the depths of Her soul they
Wielding their poison flew
Like a murder of in fugue

And knowing raptures
Would Her dreams
She clawed blackened for damnation's reprieve
Baneful cawed canons on amassed

So Eve
As She
Bellona to the ball
Those
Fell-sisters
Her
Cross flagstones
To Her reined to flee

But She She must brave the night through
Though fear crept a o'er the moon
Like a of ravens in Fugue

For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread
Horror painted eyes to cold stares
And Her dance
In the mirrors cast
Looked the ill of Her
If fate there....

[III. Eyes Witnessed Madness]

In an age crucified by the nails of
When rank of christ blighted lands
An aloof born an obsidian wraith
Dared the knowing well She was damned
Her life whispered grief like a funeral
and yearning, obsessed an entranced
With those succumbing to
Crushed 'neath the gait of Her
A whirlwind of fire that swept the briers
Of sweet rose Her thickets of black had grasped...

She demanded the and forever to glean
The of Youth from the pure
Whilst Her lesbian
to extremes
O'er unleashed
Came for blood's silken

But Her ended swiftly
For Gods dreamt too deep
To heed Her

Her gaolers were assailed
With condemnations a priest
stammered rites
In the of night
For maidens winding sheets

And She postured
Her crimes were trowelled
And jezebelled to peasant
Though She the fires
That licked limbs
To the cunts of accomplices

So ends this twisted worth
And spared the pyre's bite
By of nobled bloodlined birth
Her sins (crimes) garnered Her no

Forever severed from the thrill of night
Where slow Death alone grant Her flight

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

My to Hell for company