Maleficent In Dusky Rose Gathered Satin Lapped Her Breasts Like
Blood Upon The Snow A Tourniquet Of Topaz Glistened At
Her Throat Awakening, Pulled From The Tomb Her Spirit Freed
Eclipsed The Moon That She Outshone As A Fallen
Star A Regal Ornament From A Far Flung Nebular Her
Likeness Hung In The Black Gallery Commanding Unease Demanding Of
Death To Breathe... Midst The Whirl And Daylight Fauna Of
Society At Court Elizabeth Bedazzled, Her Presence Sought Applause Though
Her Torchlit Shadow Thrown Upon Damp Cellar Walls Greeted Nothing
But Despair From Slaves Her Nights Enthralled Thirteen Winter
Solstices Had Shown Her Path, That The Dark Had Marked
Its Dominion Spaying The Confessor Whose Caresses She'd Known, As Whipcord
In The House Of Dog Her Cold Cunt Meat
On Holy Bone Raped Of Faith, She Now Embraced The
Narcissistic Unrest Frozen On The Mirror's Face With This
Disdain, Inside These Veins (Highborn Wanton That She Was) She
Sought To Keep What Age Would Claim Her Soul
Was Sold And For This Toll Reeking Pyres Ever
Smouldered On The Whims Of One So In Control Elizabeth,
Mysterious. Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids From The Bowels Of The
Abyss Once Upon Atrocity When Midwitches Stifled Cries And Carved
Abortive Runes In Reddened Wombs Exhumed By Scrying Eyes Madness
Came Upon Her Like An Amourous Lover's Seed Lifesblood Splashed
Upon Her Skin In Gouts Torture Unleashed And To Her
Dead Reflection Twas As If Her Pallor Gleamed Like An
Angel's Warmed By Candles Where Erotic Stains Had Cleaved So
Demons Dragged This Libertine Lusts Screaming For Release Upon The
Flesh Of Maidens Preened As Canvas For Caprice Exacting Obeisance Her
Gaze Held A Seance Of Spirits Too Trapped Under
Glass To Commune A Sleeter Mistress Than Luna Whose Threats
To Consume Her Met With Torments Giving Vent To
Her Swoon Flat On Her Back Pack-Prey For The Reams Of
Verses And Curses That Haunted Her Dreams Midnightmare Chimed Thirteen In
Her Mind A Disciple Of Scars Branded Years Hissed Behind Ridden
Split-Thighed By The Father Of Lies An Ovation Of Wolves Blushed
The Skies As They Writhed But Heaven Is Never
Forever She Came, A Spent Storm From The Clouds... Leaving Serpents
In Office Inside Every Gate To Lick Righteous Holes Blinding Lords
To The Fate Of Virgins Forced Naked To Defile On
Rent Knees Hacked And Racked Backwards Menses Choking Their Pleas "More.
Whore. More. Twitching Make Me Wet With
Thee Carcass Rub Me Raw"
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