Now haranguing grey skies  With revenge upon life  Gnathic and Sapphic  Needs begged gendercide    Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt  Of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults  Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered cult    With hangman's abandon She plied spiritworlds  To Archangels in bondage  From light to night hurled  Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl.......    But soon,  Her tarot proved  Hybrid rumours spread like tumours  Would accrue  And blight Her stars  To better bitter truths  Of cold bloodbaths    As bodies rose  In rigid droves  To haunt Her from their  Shallow burials imposed  When wolves exhumed  Their carthen wombs  Where heavy frosts had laboured long  To bare their wounds    To the depths of Her soul they pursued  Wielding their poison they flew  Like a murder of ravens in fugue    And knowing their raptures  Would shatter Her dreams  She clawed blackened books for damnation's reprieve  Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies    So Hallow's Eve  As She received  Like Bellona to the ball  Those enemies  Fell-sisters heaved  Her torturies  Cross stained flagstones  To Her carriage reined to flee    But She knew She must brave the night through  Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon  Like a murder of ravens in Fugue    For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose  Horror froze painted eyes to cold stares  And even Her dance  In the vast mirrors cast  Looked the ill of Her future  If fate feasted there....