Dusk is unveiled and the trinity, complete. Like a cerberos whos coming ruptures the hymn of night. It rises, begrimed and black, freed to hunt tender prey. And, when the waning light has fled in horror before us and our desire is upon thee, welcome slavery well! Thy dusk shalt ravish the light, and thy fear shalt feed the frenzy! Hasten to the bridal bed, underneath the grave 'tis spread: In darkness may our love be hid, Oblivion be our coverlid, may we rest and none forbid A thousand nights once succoured Me In the shadow of misanthropy Sat gargoyle-limbed amid My licking flame A cruel tongue at work in Her secret vaults Sent Rebellion's embers into revolt The coming of extinction Synched to whimpers of my name... Legion I arose, a flood of inhumanity An acid reign to purify the world The Asp at Pharaoh's breast The Atom split under duress A sniper at the gates of spattered pearl My heart, torn apart, left a rifled grave... Save for an unfurled flag of hate To enthral a mindless zombie race All heil, all heil, all heil the serpentine's gift All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse Black bibles I incribed, The words "Damnation through design" Seemed a bitter truth far better for the lie For as hope was felled by reason Forlorn became the season And Death was swift to swallow on the hells of life Lowered souls, growing cold, tentered easy prey When heaven's flock, a fair game, dropped I bored of war with God with greater thrones to claim... All heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine's wish All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse Then between the past and the ravening dark A sly Messiah came In the thick of treaty with obligatory greed She stole the soul hate had sold away An ancient chill blew down the centuries That night atonement's eyes Lit a burning man in Me When love lay bleeding And Fates sate feeding From wounds gored 'neath Those cherubic wings She of kindred light Gladly sacrificed Eternity Just to be With Me As the moon whose silvered fingers play On words and dreams too cursed for day She led my hand to lands I'd not accrued Where the Faun Dawn bathed Her golden hair And faith renewed, leaped joyous there I praised their worth, then planned their conquest too... All heil, all heil, all heil the serpentine's gift All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse All heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine's wish All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse ...and ignorance is truly bliss.
Likes
horror, blood, gore, dark arts, vampires, tattoos, piercings, suspension, drawing, guitar, etc "Something thicker than despair Rides upon the midnight air The smell of blood, the taste of prey We spy you hiding Gilles de Rais" Under August swelter After banquet and soiree When spiced wine and song Have further heated veins To the ninth degree as tenacula Hold another body in their sway Gilles retires from the grasping fires That will ashen the remains Darkness incarnate Demons in his semen That once clung about the throats Of children dragged from cellars to his rooms Now permeate the castle All who sleep dream of the goat That dark eclectic harbinger of doom Nightingales sang of tragedy Whispers were made of blasphemy Vain, insane, this brute aloof Drew tainted veils over bitter truth The stairs ran helter-skelter His bedchamber besieged By phantoms who sheltered In it's furs, remorse Sought to overwhelm him Like a lantern of disease That shone on rotten faces Of those murdered out in force Darkness incarnate Fleeing ghosts so indisposed To his Satanic love Of children dragged from cellars to his feast He rose, a carnal wind opposed To those that sat above Tearing out into the forest like a beast The night wind sang of tragedy Whispers were made of blasphemy Vain, insane, this brute aloof Drew tainted sails over naked truth Madness clouded everything Like a lycanthropic shroud And through it's ghastly lineaments he saw The trees become obscenities Semen drip from every bough As if he rooted Nature like a whore Dryads tongued under skirts of leaves Surrendering branches that slenderly pleased The Mocking orifices and the forest on her knees Then once besotted, knotted trunks now grew Rotten, venereal, cancerous, blue The clotting of his heart to a rank cantankerous tune "Death is only a matter of a little pain" Beneath the sallow moonlight In a wonderland of pain Gilles fled back to the castle Terrified and drained He sought his deep red velvet bed And the sleep it preordained Exhausted, forced into the dead The creep of nightmares came again Madness clouded everything Like a lycanthropic shroud And through it's ghastly lineaments he saw Hundreds of slain children Some came crawling disembowelled To where he stretched out howling on all fours Corpses tore at his legs and knees As he clawed to the cross, begging reprieve From a Lord that soared above the awful scene He sobbed and wept, no voice was left To scream, the dream was not drubbed yet He heard the horrors hiss beside him, 'Herod, you'll regret...' 'Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful?' "Oh my dearest angels, go pray to God for me"
Dislikes
politics, prejudiced pricks, dumbasses
Favorite Music
Black metal, death metal, industrial, dark electronica, Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered Her mask to me The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire Would marvel at making their Queen Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire And my heart reeled with grave poetry.... From grace I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest "Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night She lulled me away from the rich masquerade And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight" Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves 'pon Acheron's beach In a whirl of sweet voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees This debauched seductress in black, took me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I tore free of my sleep - sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of Her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I hungered for past overtures The curse of unrest and her ardent caress Came much more than my soul could endure.... I, at once endeavoured to see Her again Stirring from midnight's inertia Knowing not even her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds In vain that we might meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemeterty Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted demise, life's punishment Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb.... But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" Red roses for the Devil's whore.... Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their waters Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning umbra o'er the stars Ebon's graves where lovers whore Like seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow's Eve when we fled company As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves UNder horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death's shadow like a swifter silhouette....
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