"All mirrors lead to my palaceMy exotic pleasure templeWherein my court is both gracious and insatiablePure and obsceneFor where pumps the true heart of lifeThere too seeps corruptionAnd from this my new Eden of nightshades, blackHenbane, sphinxes,Opium and roses weaned on tears and bloodWill rise up like lustAnd the shadow of my dark consort shalt extendHimself across the face of the world...... And Hell will come with Him"Part of the garden, her dark EdenFed blood by poisoned frondsMy heart hardened in her wet seasonTreading mud in her slough of despondBut only nowA path lies straight before meThe maze is ploughed half through with hateAndpher crop is dripping redBeyond eleventh hourHer beauty and brute powerGrows stronger by the dayAnd with each rose that she deflowersThe longer her throes of madness stayIn her grip on shredded sheetsOnce our fingertips had dug and clutchedShe whispered dreadful things to meShe wanted war with GodThe underdog baring sharpened teethWith her armies raised from sufferingTo ascend on jet black wingsShe'd break off holy limbsOn the racks of her witch huntAnd crush the church beneath her heelThe Pope in homage to her c***A dark horse forcing nightmaresTo wring submissives dryA vampire madam batterfangWith vicious streaks a mile wideBeyond eleventh hourHer kiss has turned dismissiveHer glance holds slight contemptInstead those eyes burn on the prizeOf fates she really likes to temptIn her grip on shredded sheetsGasping from conquered peaks of passionShe whispered dreadful things to meShe wanted war with GodThe underdog baring sharpened teethWith her armies raised from sufferingTo ascend on jet black wingsShe'd tear down mighty spiresThen rear them up anewOrders forged to her desiresThe eleventh hour nearly throughLilith, the abyss, the slithering mistsThat cause all souls to strayHow to resist those seductive giftsOn the shore of her unholy ways?She calls my name so softlyFrom deep banks of scented fogI almost lose myself before it startsBut my spirit keeps it's silenceAs I drift across the lakeA glimpse of harem secretsNow her velvet curtain partsShe is glaring like the moonThe wind dies down. EavesdroppingAs I bow before her throneAnd she descends to greet meLike the royal bitch to which she's grown"Come closer, what have you to say?Black cat got your tongue?"I am not your slaveNor are you my saviour""But Isaac, I'm the only one..."I hold those cold deceiving eyesHer once hypnotic gazeAnd pledge eternal love. Then walk awayThunder seethes behind meDeath adjusts her favourite maskAnother lover smothered by her sanguinary darknessClasped in the garden, here you heardThis story blustered throughI asked her pardon, swore my wordI'd score her sweetmeats just like youFor only nowThe truth lies prone before meI couldn't leave her even if she stormedThe heavens as were promisedBeyond eleventh hourLilith, the abyss. The slithering mistsWill come for you this eveLustrous the cusp of her lingering trystBefore those fatal kisses bleedBeyond eleventh hourShe will make of you a playthingScant amusement for her bedAnd when naked flesh forgets to singShe'll take your fucking soul insteadMidnight strikes, the candles sputterMuttering their reeking spellsI snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutterThese words I speak are gates to Hell
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