Copulating in the spiritual forest  Whilst thy embers and twine entwined  Celebrating pagan joining, dreadful to the holy  A union of blemished flesh-anticipating new design  Her perfume was a mix of mandrake and poisonous leaves  A noxious scent to mere mortals  Yet its alluring fragrance attracted me through the breeze  I discovered her lying provocatively  Upon the stump of a fallen oak  Her milk white flesh covered in a funeral shroud  A gothic romance-enticed to provoke  Entering her wantonly  Crushed berries spilled messily from her vagina  From the depths leviathan smirked  As thy moon ebbed the ocean tides  My bewitching mistress became as wolf  Clutching her hipbones, she promised to provide  Demoness her paint applied strategically by azazel  Id assume she was sent from heaven  Yet she resides luxuriously  In a jewel covered castle in hell  In desperation, I hold my orgasm at bay  Vampirising each other, biting deep and hard  The deceiving fog shrouds orgiastic deviltry  And the trolls and faeries pay us no regard  A Victorian 18th century cemetery  Held the confines in which we conducted our fare  And death appeared to endorse us  Riding atop a gorgeous black mare  Crimson cascading in torrents  Canines pricking our jugular veins  And our lewd, lasvicious behavior warrants  A need for those deranged  We culminated our ritual  By fucking in the coffins of those newly disinterred  Set up an audience of Christian skeletons  To applaud the absurd  Torches aligned with the finest incense  Hallucinogenic aphrodisiacs ingested  Involved in the tradition of occultic sex  Which the church has always detested  Aren't thine drunk on spurt wine  And baffled by drugs-Lady Fair?  Shall thou beg for more of my plow  Or the violent pulling of platinum hair?  Once delicious aristocrats rose, virtually transparent  Yet still visible were their tattered noble clothes  Rich heritage apparent  Fortunately they sold their souls  To watch pornography  And throw roses upon our dramatic paroles  Aroused by our version of tracheotomy  Nearing climax A pack of wolves began baying  Towards the nocturnal sun  Thirst corrupt they descended upon my harlot  To lick her wound, dripping with blood and cum  Twas upon a midnight dreary  Our legend became subject for inquiry  Thrice repeated our love completed  Ghost paths carved- a story never repeated