Lo, the moon hangs aloof 'midst dark, fatigued clouds  A provocative vista where my yearning for Her resounds  Throughout, cold solitary nights  When desires burn bright  I, a languid lone Lord long for a consort renowned    So as to but not for love  I fall to the grace of luxuria's impulse  That voyeurism hath brought to me from up above  So below the trees are ravished cumming sap, repulsed    And I plead to the skies   Of this plight I despise  That She exalted my cum for me  At dusk evermore sacred  She disrobed naked  And 'twixt Her thighs I licked Her flesh to eat    Beneath a binding dawning morn, She-wolf lies in sexual aftermath  Wearing Her accord and his darkened blood spattered across Her arms  His monumental cloak is drawn across the Earth as in our pall  As is our burning infatuation to drown them all...    And as of the breeze   That whispers Her name to me  In a sacred overtone of debauched carnal rites  Through Her lengthening silhouette  That casts dispersions distressed  Upon a wintry bouquet of withering  Poisoned Ivy creeping to cold threats    Ravished like the night in my dark equation  Ruined like the heavens to my dank eruption  As animalia whimsical grunts to debauchery  She weeps for nights on end within dreams of sodomy  She weeps tonight to dream of delightful  Disgusting carnal lusts, and sodomy    How sharp the choreography  Thick taints of callous arts  In dreadful melancholic hearts  That mourn therein to shades of pregnant  Ballet rehearsed to a tragic verse  Of wet-dreamt Succubi that drew the hearse  To twisting harmonies to feel the welling crescendo  A rhythmic tragedy of dolce allegretto  Whence from Her splintered tears  As spied the crying eyes thrice seers  He fought back anthemed throng  That sang Her song upon deaf ears    Stalk thee my prey, to take within vein  To feast from the throat of thee dying would grace  Me, as winds sing softly, soothing my pains  A dead distant vista holds thy dying gaze  Therein phantomed hallucinations  Segregate this phantasy  Wanton Lilith, I have wanted Sirah,  For seductions to enthral this heresy    Drowned like pawns, where rooks would scorn  A mute at Pentecost to blaspheme our lord  And thunder cracks, shaking the loins  Paving the way for celestial deities to be destroyed    Taste of that these branches yield  the forbidden fruits that angels might gild  Tempting me to what god must shield  From scorched bloody landscapes upon the frontier    "Attack" was the cry though esteemed warriors were afraid  To justify the lawlessness that Mistress Eve had portrayed  Lying upon a stone cold marbled alter as Her sparkling tears rained  And then She cried:    "I am Eva, I am forever  Eva, forever the Majestic Demon Lord's Queen"    Time has no taking, yet I quicken your time  The heavens crumble to nothingness  As we reign together transcending mankind