Lucid Passion and her Sin

Autumn reveals his countenance

foliage ornaments the floor with piles

mourning death and grief under every leaf

deep within this cursed forest her heart cries in vain

all sanity went to rack and ruin

under the burden of raging insomnia

so heinous the sight but not larger delight

could take possession of her cruel tormented heart

Oh, yearning so cruel thou art

and no one can see the tragic moments coming

the art of loneliness is hard to learn

and certainty hurts more than any hell can

those who reveal their pain are haunted forever

and so her tragedy came

at last exhumed

nuptial night, necromantic night

the stench jabs treacly from his livid skin

for the sake of him she desecrated her purity with sin

cleansing the orbs from the veil of grave earth

an agitation grotesque rotting limbs claim for her

in ecstasy of sexual magic they merged flesh in flesh

far beyond desire lovers lit the last life blaze

and as the morn unveiled this rape of virtue

they kissed goodbye

a tear born in her eyes died on shivering lips

but no grace she would expect from the valets of lies

flames so sacred and divine

curl up towards the sky to light their faces

and far beyond the crowd

a rotting soul awakens in fear

doomed to exist amongst the dead

and I wish thee here my bride

deep inside my soil I rot and hide

and I beg the rain to wash thy ashes down

yon the limetrees where we lost and found

we found lucid passion and we kissed in sin

our lust burned from within

but was oh so forbidden and therefore oh so sad

her childlike passion was her twisted sin