Deflowered In Paradise

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