Sibilant And Macabre Walpurgis Sauntered In Skies Litten With Five-Pointed
Stars The Work Of Crafts Surpassing Sin As She Graced
Her Window Ledge -An Orphaned Gypsy Nymph This Issue Of
The Forest's Bed Skin Flushed With Sipped Absinthe- Her Eyes
Revealed, As Bracken's Peak Tried Once Concealing Hell A Snow
White Line Of Divine Freaks In Riot, Where They
Fell... The Circus Lurches In, A Ring Of Promised
Delight For Seven Days And Seven Festival Nights What Wicked
Wonders Lie Within The Confines Of The Panther's Den She
Watches From A Maypole, On The Tip Of
Her Tongue The Restless Spirit Of A Christmas To
Come A Gretel Sick Of Merely Sucking Her Thumb Than
Gingerbread Men Spawned Scorned, Abhorred By The Aerial She Was
The Light Of The World Going Down War-Torn, Forlorn
And Malarial She Was Found Born In A Burial Gown Unloosed,
The Chain Of Her God-Given Cross Seduced, Now Pagan
Ribbons Swathe Her Repose In A Carnival Of Souls
Sold And Similarly Lost Too Many Decades Misfit And
Mislaid In Innocence, A Tender Legend Of Prey Parades Her
Second Coming, Now They're Running Afraid Spawned Scorned, Abhorred By
The Aerial She Was The Light Of The World
Going Down War-Torn, Forlorn And Malarial She Was Found Born In
A Burial Gown Now She Moves With A Predator's
Guile Beyond The Firelit Circle Of Life She Soothes Your
Cold Heart For A While Then Matches Its Beat,
Synching In With A Knife She Wrestles Her Dreams
With A Delicate Ease Espied By Her Cross On
The Wall And Should She Awake, Through Embrace Or
Mistake She Would Take Lesus Blest Foot Forward And All... Sibilant
And At Last The Circus Crawled Away With Another Lover
In Its Arms Dancing On Her Grave...
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